Caged Canary Novels & Stories

..."Fucking take my cock like a good little slut." Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else. She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly. "Please," she whimpered brokenly. "Need you both..." One midnight train ride turned Jenna into a dripping, hole-wrecked mess. A brutal stranger fucked her raw in the aisle until she squirted across the seats. A bathroom quickie left another man’s cum leaking down her thighs. Then the Syndicate came for her. Now she’s collared, caged, and passed between powerful men who stretch every hole past breaking. Electro-clamped nipples, inflating plugs, double-cock DP marathons, throat-fucked until she’s crying cum-bubbles, and public gangbangs while strangers watch and film. She was supposed to escape. Instead, she begs to be filled again… and again… and again. Begging unleashes hell; electro-clamps fry swollen tits to gushing orgasms; inflating plugs stretch pussy/ass to tearing screams; caged like a bitch as Master's paddle cracks welts bloody-red. MMF savagery explodes, where dual cocks grind through her thin walls in DP creampie marathons, throat-bulging face-fucks choke her on twin loads, and every hole is plugged/leaking/stuffed in endless breed-chains. Collaring brands her eternal Syndicate cum-pet, public gangbangs, zap-torture squirts, and piss-soaked submission. Raw, relentless, and hole-ruining ecstasy. Will Jenna escape the Syndicate's cock-collar... or beg to be their forever-drenched fucktoy?... Or get trapped back to David?

“…I and my son wanna bend you over that stuff pier table worth $ 4.6 million and fuck the decency out of you!" Mr. Reagan naughtily rasped, with a stern grin on his face. ••••••••••••••••••••• Gabrielle's POV I was compelled to sign a sinful contract with a powerful man, Mr. Reagan, the fifth wolf. Furthermore, he forcefully engaged me to his drop-dead gorgeous son, Hidalgo Massimo Reagan. Both father and son wanna have me and they both trapped me, Caged me. Imprisoned me. And possessed me. I was more like property to them, and there was no escape! I am their adorable plaything —and they are my wildest fantasies. They are my pretty distractions. And They are my commanding kings! •••••••••••••••••

Before the rise of kingdoms, the Moon still ruled the wolves—and her curses were carved in blood. Sold to another Alpha. Feared by all. Desired by too many. Elira has survived by keeping her heart caged… until she’s delivered into the hands of a creature more dangerous than any before him. He is ruin wrapped in fur and fury. She is a secret the gods never meant to live. In a land where monsters rule and fate burns bright as moonfire, one forbidden bond could remake the world—or end it. THE ALPHA’S BANE A dark romantasy of curses, prophecy, and forbidden love—perfect for readers who crave feral alphas, dangerous tenderness, and love written in the stars.

For Euphoria Ghale Hudgens, living with the ruthless billionaire who’s unexpectedly her ex is torture. They were married but it feels like it’s a sin to have sex with her husband, for they both knew they were only together due to an agreement, and she’s fully aware he felt hatred towards her family. She’s already immune to betrayals and lies, being battered and neglected, but will she settle with that kind of life forever? Will she accept being downgraded and caged due to his pride? What happens if she runs away together with the aces she’s been hiding all along? The aces that could turn her husband’s life to its greatest downfall?

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage. I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence. Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control. He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was. He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination. He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public. I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices. The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.” I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.” At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me. Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond. On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond. I had returned to the past. This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

Kamaria and Damien marriage was an arranged marriage by their fathers. Damien never loved Kamaria and felt caged in their marriage, but Kamaria on the other hand have loved Damien since they were teenagers. When Damien's father died Damien decided to divorce Kamaria. On the verge of signing the divorce papers Kamaria found out that she was pregnant. When she told Damien he demanded that she will give birth to the child before leaving. Scared of her child being taken from her Kamaria ran from Damien. Ten years later Kamaria is back in town and Damien is once again knocking on her door, threatening to take away her daughter. What will Kamaria do? Will she run like she did the last time or will she fight?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

He was a caged dragon burning with a fire for pleasure. She was sent to tame him— but she played his fire like a song. Elaina walked into the dungeon with a harp, a plan, and no intention of surrender. Drake expected another temptress. What he got was a challenge wrapped in silk and steel. "Touch me again like that," he growled, "and I won't stop until you're mine—in every form." What happens when a dragon and a human join forces—not just to conquer their enemies, but to survive the storm between and within them? Warning: This tale is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, it’s explicit, and it’s dripping with heat. Are you over eighteen? Are you ready to step into the fire and face what these chapters hold? Then click—if you dare.

She looked up at him fiercely, glaring at him while a tear passed down from the corner of her eye. "You ask me why? Isn't it the dumbest question you ask me? You deceived me. You betrayed me. You made me believe in a false you, you made me believe in a fake identity. And out of nowhere you are a mafia and kidnapped me, caged me here and you still ask me why I betrayed you? Aren't these reasons enough for me to betray you". "I don't want to live here. Not with you. Not with someone who deceived me, who betrayed me. Not with a mafia". "In exchange for my freedom and normal life I exchanged the information with them. You see, it's simple. I betrayed you for my life. Do you understand, Ii betray----". Before she completed her sentence her face turned to the right with a hand on her cheek. She didn't feel anything, but slowly that stinging pain crawled on her cheek. It hurt like hell. Yes, he slapped her. He slapped her hard. "You wanted to be free that badly". "From me"? "To this extent". "Fine then. I'm leaving you" Her heart crushed at his approval as she looked at him in disbelief. But he just walked away not before leaving the keys of his heart with her. ****** She was a normal girl living in India. And he belonged to mafia. A well known terrifying mafia king of Russia. Their both paths crossed and he married her immediately. He showed her all sun shines and rainbows when his reality is anything but that. But one day everything flipped when she got to her husband's identity. What happens when she is kidnapped and caged as soon as she gets to know about her husband's identity.

I’m the last of a cursed bloodline. He’s the Alpha who lost everything because of mine. Matteo Cruz Valentino “El Lobo”—feared biker, mafia leader, Alpha without mercy—was never meant to be my mate. But the moon doesn’t care about grudges, and fate has no compassion. Now I’m trapped in his world. His rules. His war. He won’t love me. He won’t even look at me without hate in his eyes. But behind that hate is something raw… something breaking. He caged me in his world of darkness and violence… yet kisses me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made him feel real. And I’m not sure which will kill me first—his silence, or his touch.