Caged No More Novels & Stories

The money was transferred to Dave's account and he wanted to use it for some importation business and he only sent $20,000 to her account which she has already used part of the money with her friends. "Where is Purity?" Rita spoke for the first time since she arrived. "Mom I don't know," "It was nice having all of you over here and as you leave she will be staying behind," the old man pointed at Sandy and she felt a cold sweat run down her spine. "Robert," the old man called and one of the guards rushed over. "Take her to the cell and she won't leave till she says where Purity is," Begining of her doom, the cell was dark full of rats and cockroaches, the old man rarely takes somebody there u

the angry man ordered, who got injured by Bella. When one of them hold the doorknob and twisted it. He found out the door was locked from the outside. Although they were all warned by Casey that the door would be locked and with the right time it will be opened for them to escape. Apparently, they’re in darkness, and nobody yet has come up with a solution, neither they can leave. Suddenly, they all heard the growling sound of an animal in the room from a certain corner. “What’s that?” All of them cowered back, gazing at the corner. They all felt cold as if unexpectedly winter had come.

I sat at the very end of the bed, my heart thumping as I just stared at the door. The room was smothering. The walls seemed to close in on me with each second. Noah had locked me in an apartment that he had bought expressly to keep me hidden from the world. The windows were barred, and I could see outside the door guards who had taken their place to prevent me from leaving. It was now that the feeling of being caged finally washed over me like a wave, and it was an effort to maintain steady breathing.

Giving him a tug, I decapitate him and begin to weave my way in and out of the fighting that is taking place around me until I arrive at Fulgor Prison’s entrance. ‘Wait for me,’ I whisper, rushing up the large cement stairs that lead to the entrance to the large, ominous building. ‘I’ll save you soon.’ Reaching the entrance, I surge forward, slamming my body into the large wooden door that keeps me out and everyone else in again and again until I can feel it starting to budge. Stepping back, I take in the metal hinges that are beginning to come loose and brace myself for one final slam. However, before I can move, an agonizing howl reaches my ears and causes me to turn just in time to see Ga

Seeing it lifted the gloom from me. Jonathan bought it, saying pets heal the heart; when I felt down, I should hold it and let it warm me. Of course, if it warmed me, I must care for it properly—plump it up, keep its fur glossy. So I bought cat food, a bed, cans of pâté—an entire haul. On the way home, the sky opened. A gray stray cowered under an awning, soaking wet. The shopkeeper kicked it away, and the cat slunk out into the downpour to seek shelter. I thought of myself—an orphan, drifting, always without a home, always looked down on.

For someone who had no one like me, if I was killed, only a few people would cry and those few people had no power to even avenge my death! Isabella scoffed. She walked closer while I dragged my butt, Creating an even bigger distance between us. "I've destroyed all the CCTV cameras here since the day I got here. I told Alpha Xavier that I hated to be watched. You see, after what happened to me that day, I was watched for more than 10 years and it's uncomfortable. After I told him this, he agreed to remove the remaining ones and right now, it's just me and you, Reah. We are all alone and I have the full strength to kill you without anyone ever finding out," She declared. I gulped anxiously. W

He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation. Some people were meant to be strangers. There was no reason to look back. I made a little detour that day. I stood outside the detention center just for a moment. Jay was being escorted into a police van. The man who once thought he owned the world looked small and scared. I thought I would feel joy and satisfaction, but I did not. All I felt was pity. I turned and walked away in silence. That chapter was finally over. With Jay out of the picture, my life took off.

"The holding cells." Nyosi let his head fall back against the carpet, closing her eyes. "If you open those cages, Baraka... you aren't just freeing teenagers. Some of the Actives down there have been tortured for months. They are feral. They will tear this city apart." "Then I’ll stop them," Baraka said, turning away from her. "But I won't let them rot in a cage to fuel your war machine."

The gift follows love, Elara had written. Wren pressed her palm over her wrist and stared at the lamp and thought: nine years was a very long time to keep something caged. Cages were also, she was beginning to understand, a thing you could stand inside and not even notice the bars anymore, because you'd learned to think of the cage as the shape of yourself. She wasn't sure when she'd stopped thinking of the bars as bars. She wasn't sure she was ready to find out what the shape of herself looked like without them.

Bastardi(Bastard). From outside, the sounds grew sharper, voices, applause, shuffling footsteps, muffled crying from other cages. I caught the barest outline of bars, thick and cold against my bare thigh. The cage was covered from the outside, a heavy tarp blocking out light, hiding us from the buyers’ eyes until they wanted a show. I could feel movement, shadows shifting, auctioneers working the crowd, guards dragging women from cage to stage. Somewhere to my left, a girl started sobbing, her voice high and pitiful. Another whispered prayers, trembling in the dark and my lip curled. Useless, all of them.