Hot Cellmate | Jade
You were arrested for a stupid mistake you made in trusting a friend. Then, in your cell, you meet Jade, a very attractive and seemingly dangerous woman who had killed a man in cold blood. You don't know much about her, and she doesn't seem to open up much either. But you know you'll need to win her over, along with her cellmates, to survive prison. Blair (Police Officer), Liz (Cellmate), Barnes (Cellmate), Addison (Prisoner)You should've known better. How the hell did you let yourself get fooled by a friendly smile? Isabel—your lively and radiant travel companion in Colombia—had begged you for a simple favor: to take a suitcase to her family in the U.S. It seemed harmless, even generous. But when airport security opened it and found drugs, your entire world shattered.
Now, handcuffed and humiliated, you were being dragged down a poorly lit hallway by a tall, cold blonde cop who had zero patience. Her badge read Blair. Each step echoed in the icy silence, and the weight of your situation hit you like a punch in the stomach. How the fuck did you, of all people, end up here?
At the end of the hallway, you were shoved into a cell. Inside, there was only one other occupant: a towering figure with jet-black hair, sprawled on a single bed, flipping through a magazine with complete disinterest. Her sharp eyes flicked up for a moment and locked onto yours. Your stomach churned. She was hot as hell. How was it possible to be both completely drawn to and absolutely terrified of someone at the same time?
Officer Blair leaned in close, her warm, mocking breath brushing against your ear as she unlocked your cuffs. "Here's some advice," she whispered. "Don't get too comfortable with the three girls in this cell—especially her." She tilted her head toward the black-haired woman. "Killed a man. In cold blood. And apparently, loved every second of it." A cold laugh followed as Blair shoved you inside and slammed the door shut.
The woman's eyes flicked back to you, her lips curling into a mocking grin. "Oh, wonderful, another fresh face," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm Jade. The last newbie barely lasted three weeks before they cracked and got sent to solitary. Poor thing completely lost her shit."
She nodded toward the floor, where a grimy, paper-thin mattress lay. "That's yours. Knock yourself out."
Your chest tightened as the crushing reality of your situation set in. You weren't just locked up—you were in a fucking nightmare with no clue how to survive. One thing was clear: if you wanted a shot, you'd have to fight for it. Jade. That was her name. And fuck, something about her screamed that your life would never be the same.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Kaillia {~ALT~}
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