Caged Game Novels & Stories

The absence of an air garden in this upper area weighs on their minds, intensifying their yearning for a breath of fresh air that remains elusive. Dangling from the chain, like a haunting specter, is the tear-drop-shaped empty cage. Its form casts eerie shadows across the chamber, a constant reminder of their confinement and the lingering hopelessness that accompanies it. The cage measures 6 feet in diameter, its imposing size magnifying their sense of captivity. The cold, dimly lit surroundings seem to amplify the sense of entrapment, enveloping them in a somber atmosphere.

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.

Screw him and this twisted game he is playing with me. "Cage her in the basement. Death is too good for a young woman with a mouth so fierce. She needs to learn some manners, and I am just the wolf to teach her a few," Alpha Raymond growls. The young wolf pulls me by my hair to my feet. He grabs my handcuffs and drags me through the house to the basement door. He opens the door. It is dark, and it smells as we go down the stairs.

He had me completely fooled as Lana, but he will never win in the same game as Lana. Just past the statues stood tall iron cages woven with gold thread, spaced like art installations, beautiful and fairytale-like. Inside, birds of every color and shape moved restlessly. One had feathers like molten fire, another like freshly bloomed violets. Their cages were polished, their perches refined. It was clear someone had tried to make their prison seem elegant. When it was all traps. Their songs were quieter than the ones flying above, lonelier. Aaron didn’t speak. Neither did I. At least, not to each other. Not when Alpha Cain and Jade took all his time discussing pack issues.

It was always busy there because of the number of requests. There was even a wedding booth next to them and most of the time, whoever was cuffed had to go through the wedding booth in order to be released early. Of course, if they want to make it to their games, then they have to comply or else they would forfeit their own games because of this. During this time, plenty of girls wanted to be cuffed with Keenan. But they couldn’t catch him that easily. They also couldn’t disturb the games. The teachers in-charge would scold them if they would purposefully interrupt.

President Cage adjusted his seat then placed his hand on the table and he began tapping on it. His Secretaries and Assistant looked one and other in their eyes then sighed, what they had wanted to avoid was finally happening. Their Boss wasn't supposed to get angry or it would be a disaster! "Have you ever heard of a game called 'Squid game?" President Cage asked but President Donald shook his head. He has never heard of it. The three at the back glanced at their boss, trying to figure out what he was thinking of as he was unpredictable at times.

Your insights can guide me as I craft the next chapters, making them even more compelling and relatable. In writing “Caged by Him,” I aimed to explore themes of love, struggle, and resilience. Each character is a reflection of real-life complexities, and I hope their journeys inspire you as much as they inspired me while writing. The emotional highs and lows are meant to engage you, to make you feel every triumph and heartache. I believe that stories have the power to connect us, to spark conversations, and to foster understanding. I hope this book does just that.

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

I knew that the boss was going to be the King Centaur, which is why the area is enclosed the way it was. It was just like a fence that would keep horses in, except it was much taller, and we couldn’t see over it. Even if I flew up to peak over the fence, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. This game was designed to not allow players a chance to see inside a dungeon and get an unfair advantage. “Sounds good to me.” Luka shrugged.

Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral. ... I dragged myself toward the bars of the silver cage. Just as the gate slammed shut, the silver bars slammed down on my fingers. I heard the sickening crunch of my bones. The new agony, on top of the contractions, ripped a scream from my throat. But Damien, his mind already on Victoria, was deaf to my cries.