Caged Book Novels & Stories

“It’s not normal. It’s mine. You’re mine. And I wasn’t going to wait for the chance to bring you to me again.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “When was the first time you saw me?” His eyes locked on mine, unblinking. “You were twelve. Standing outside that old bookstore on Greenhill Street. It had just started raining. You didn’t have an umbrella, but you didn’t care — you were holding a book like it was something sacred. You smiled at the pages, completely lost.” I frowned. “You remember… all that?” “I remember everything,” he said without hesitation. “The way your hair stuck to your cheeks. The way you ignored the world like it didn’t deserve your attention. That’s when

She stared at the ceiling, the faint red glow of the security keypad reflecting in her wide, dark eyes. She had the flash drive. She had the note. But as she felt the heavy, territorial warmth of the man sleeping beside her, she realized the most dangerous part of this golden cage wasn't the locked doors or the shadow syndicate outside. It was the fact that she was beginning to crave the very chains that bound her.

Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure. "But this book, The Caged Bird and the Lion, is just magnificent. Even though it's fiction, the descriptions of Mafia family life are so real, it's like the author lived it." Lorenzo scoffed. "Boring fantasies. What do those writers know about the Mafia?" He reached for a file, but his eyes were drawn to the book Lily had placed on the table. The pages were open to a drawing of a white bird imprisoned in a golden cage, with a majestic lion standing outside.

Ansel answers his eyes shining with unshed tears for his pack. The library is 2 stories. The first is very much like a human library, divided into sections, childrens, young adult, non fiction, history, ect. They second houses spell books, the histories of the packs, and other books that we need permission to read these are on cage like shelves with locks on the front. Ansel follows my line of sight as I am looking at these cage's and he says "We will be breaking those locks when the time comes. But for now we have plenty to be getting on with, and I don't want to draw too much attention to us just yet."

A small notebook lay near his feet. He picked it up, it was Aria’s drawing book. He looked toward the school gate but it had already closed. A helpless sigh escaped him. “How did she not notice she dropped her drawing book?” Then he paused. He hadn’t noticed his missing keys or wallet either. That realization made him chuckle softly. For the first time in years, he felt a genuine lightness in his chest. He hesitated before opening the book. Inside were drawings, messy, colorful, childish. Drawings of her mother, Bella, dogs but none of her father. He flipped page by page until he reached one that made him still.

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

She found herself walking out of her camp and heading towards the largest tent that was located in the center of the coven. She gulped as she tried to find the right amount of courage for her to go through with what she had to do. She didn't know where it was but a part of her told her that it would be down in the cellars. The cellars was the codename given to the largest store of books in the coven. It wasn't heavily guarded as Zoran liked to use it in order for him to finally be able to boost his ego. He didn't think that there was anyone that would have been stupud to dare try and mess with him.

I called, but I got no reply. I bit my lower lip, reasoning that she might have stepped out and would certainly come back soon enough. I closed the door gently behind me and stumbled due to some small bottles left carelessly on the ground. The curtains weren’t open, but I figured she would probably prefer it that way, and even though I was inclined to help her clear up her mess, I knew better than to interfere with a witch’s property. I just walked around the cottage, looking at all the potions, spell books, broken pots and plates, crossword puzzles and other related stuff that didn’t appeal to me.

" She growled through the mind link. ‘I didn’t hug her back, cupcake. I promise I will ask her to tie me a rakhi on Raksha Bandhan, just like any sister ties a talisman or amulet around the wrists of any brothers.' Zahir responded. Breda didn’t say anything after that and grabbed Arabella’s wrist and left from there, fuming in anger. "Why were you angry?" Arabella asked after Breda introduced her to the head librarian, Ms. Amiee Haris. She was an omega in her late sixties. Amiee started giving Arabella and Breda a tour of the library, telling them what kinds of books were in which sections and in which rows. "I don’t like having my mate around any female," Breda responded. "But Alpha Miller