Caged Book Novels & Stories

I could feel his gaze on me as if he wanted me to look over, but that only encouraged me to sit farther away from him. The shooting began. The first scene was about the male lead and female lead entangling in bed again. Honestly, the book was more like R18 as most days, what we acted out the most were those scenes... The female lead was exhausted and sobbed, begging the male lead to stop, but the male lead seemed to have lost his mind. He suddenly remembered what he was told during the day and the picture he got of the female lead and the supporting male lead standing really close together.

Cam tugs on a strand of her hair thoughtfully. “I have a couple ideas about what it could be. Let me double check something.” She goes to the locked cage and with a hand over the lock and a few whispered words she opens it. She rummages around and pulls out a tightly bound leather book from the back of the shelf before closing up the cage and returning to the little table slash workspace that we’re all standing around. There aren’t chairs in here, but there wouldn’t be room for them even if there was. It’s a small price to pay for the privacy. “What’s that?” Harry asks, standing far too close to Cam and leaning over her shoulder. She snaps the book shut and ducks out and away from him.

My legs itches to tour the apartment till I can find a room that gives me a view of the city. I pick a book under the television stool and settle beside it. From the colour of the book, I know the book is dated back to a long long time ago. Most of the leaves are torn and there are childish sprawlings on some pages. I have read this book before- ‘’The caucasian chalk circle’’ A wave of nostalgia hits me as I recall my days of stealing identity cards to borrow books from a school's library. Now those books are lying under my bed, cold and forgotten.

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15 Queenebunoluwa15.

"What's the Cage?" "Supernatural prison. Official name's something else but everyone calls it the Cage. It's in North London, underground. Run by vampires." The older wolf's voice is matter-of-fact, like he's discussing the weather. "I've been there. Did eight months three years ago. Nearly killed me." "What's it like?" "Hell. Actual hell." The older wolf sits across from me. "The cells are lined with silver. Bars, walls, floors. Everywhere you touch burns. You can't shift. Can't access your full strength. You're just stuck there in constant pain."

Evidence of Tyler's wolf needing an outlet. A library makes me pause. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line every wall, packed with leather-bound books. There's a rolling ladder for the high shelves and a reading nook with a window seat that overlooks the ocean. For a brief moment, I imagine curling up there with a book, forgetting where I am. Then I remember. This is a cage. Pretty books don't change that. The media room has theater seating for twelve, a screen the size of a wall, surround sound that probably costs more than my four years of college tuition combined.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

I run my fingers along the spine of a first edition Austen, marvelling at the pristine condition of a two-hundred-year-old human book. The library has become my sanctuary in the twenty-four hours since Zane brought me to this gilded cage. Here, surrounded by the musty scent of aged paper and leather bindings, I can almost forget the claiming that awaits me tonight. Almost forget that I'm property now, first the Council's, now Zane's. Trading one owner for another doesn't feel like freedom, but at least books don't make demands or threats. They ask only to be opened, to be read, to be understood.

he recalls with a laugh. ‘Caged’ By Martha Magdalena This cage my life Me useless to change it I know every corner of the cage I don’t know my capturers But I know their rules I know the consequences They want me to entertain them But I won’t Faces pressed to the window Cameras in their hand They search the cage for me They read the sigh Which has no insight to me They leave snacks in plain sight Wanting me to come out To give in to temptation But I won’t I am in control of my actions

He pushed the door open gently, and I stepped inside. The office was nothing like I had imagined–it was more than an office, it was a statement. The first thing that caught my eye was the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, giving a wide view of the city. From up here the ceiling looked like toys, and the people walking below seemed like tiny dots. The curtains framing the glass were thick and velvet, deep maroon with gold trimmings, so heavy they looked like they could silence the whole world if drawn shut. If this was one of his smallest buildings, I wonder how the rest would look. I thought.