Caged Canary นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Emmy read my mind. She patted my shoulder with a scoff. “Some people in this world have everything—money, power, women, and more than you can dream of. “They own the privilege of dismissing everything, including their morals. They can make and have anything they want. “Don’t you find it odd they live in a community named Caged Canary?” It clicked why the neighborhood seemed off to me. The fancy rides in the neighborhood belonged to the rich and powerful. Hannah was just one of the many women kept here.

Ethan rolled their suitcase into the hotel room and pushed the door open wider so Violet could step in behind him. The moment she crossed the threshold, her eyes widened in quiet delight. It was exactly what she had hoped their honeymoon suite would look like. The décor followed a soft red-and-white theme, elegant rather than loud. Fresh flowers sat in a glass pot on the nightstand, their scent light but noticeable. Scented candles in small glass jars were placed thoughtfully around the room, not too many, just enough to set a gentle mood without risking any mishap.

He didn't want that to happen as he started shouting " she....she is the singer Sera the 'canary'" the man told Daniel while he was stuttering. He caught everyone's attention. After looking closely everyone recognised her and they started gasping and talking but Daniel interrupted their nonsense. He didn't have time to listen to music so he wasn't up to date about the new singers.

Helplessness pierced my heart. The chances of rescue were nearly gone. I stroked my belly through the pain, talking to my baby. I prayed that, if it had a next life, it would be born into a pack where its father loved its mother. Then it would be happy. My breath grew faint, my blood turning to ice in my veins. Suddenly, the cage door swung open, and the lights flickered on. The sight of me in a pool of my blood startled the wolf who stood there. I used my last bit of strength to inch forward, whispering, "Help… me."

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”

She must make up for what she has caused herself. Things weren't going according to her plan. She wanted to expose him, punish him and sent him to jail but seems like she is the one who's in jail, his house. She couldn't help but describe this luxurious penthouse as a jail. Afterall how can a house become a home when we are trapped in it without consent. She felt like a caged bird. No matter if the cage is made of gold or rubies if that makes you feel like hostage. The screeching sound of the car caught her attention and like a curious cat she peeked a little to see the familiar porshe car making its way inside. Her already accelerated heart started beating violently at the mere alert.

Isaac then reassured Albert and said, “You don’t have to place so much psychological pressure on yourself. All of the villains in the movies are retarded and so, a decent character can escape no matter what it is. However, if you really strip them naked and weld the door of the large iron cage to death, even if a hundred thousand 007s were to gather together, it would still be impossible for them to escape!” When Albert heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief, laughed heartily, and said, “That is a good idea! This makes me feel so much better. Master Wade had instructed me to upgrade the dog farm last time, and the new cage that I am using now is made out of thirty millimeter-thick bars. It’s

He said, "And since you want to run away so much... It is appropriate that I cage you instead." The steel cage measured about six feet and stood around waist high. It was something that would be used for a large breed dog. The door was locked with a padlock, and nothing else was inside. Cayden commanded, "Get inside." Selena remarked, her breath knocked out by the gravity of the situation. "You can't be serious." Cayden said, "Now." He gave her a hard slap on her bare ass to emphasise the "now," which caused her to squeal in shock and pain.

I wrapped my arms around myself, curling into a ball in the darkness. The truth was, I could live without him. I was not the canary he spoke of, not some pretty vase, not a woman incapable of surviving on her own. In fact, it was the other way around. Ever since we were kids, whenever I chose a different path from him, he would grow restless and agitated, and my presence was the only thing that could calm him. So I moved forward with my own plans, quietly becoming his only safe harbor, all while being careful not to challenge his position.

The cold bit into her skin as Elizabeth sat slumped on the floor, her wrists tied behind her, her ankles shackled. The air in the room was damp, metallic, and still. A faint humming echoed through the stone walls, the sound of machinery somewhere beyond her reach. The only source of light came from a single bulb overhead, casting her shadow long and lonely against the cracked concrete. Her breathing was uneven. Shallow. Each inhale came with a slight tremor. Her body still bore the marks from days of captivity—scratches, bruises, the faint purple band of where a collar had once clung to her neck.