His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

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.

I spoke and looked at him as he nodded and gave me a small smile. Though I didn't want to go to Nicolas again but I had to. I had to do it to get myself and my family free from the cage. A caged bird can do whatever it takes to get its freedom and I was a caged bird who kept thrashing inside the cage for freedom and finally got a glimpse of it. Now I just needed to wait for the devil's presence so that I could go with him and help Fardinn to track the location of his house. It wasn't a big deal anyway, was it?

Roaring flames lit up the bedroom, sending waves of heat and smoke that choked me to tears. "Sweetheart, stay there and don't move!" Hearing the voice message my husband sent me, I finally realized that I was reborn. My husband's name was Joey Pierce, and he was the captain of the local firefighters. In my past life, I trusted him completely, not moving a single muscle even when my flesh was burning while waiting for him to come in and save me.

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.

She reeked of fear like others might wear perfume, that sharp acrid scent that came from someone who lived in constant anticipation of pain. She smelled of helplessness, of resignation, of a spirit that had been broken so thoroughly it no longer remembered what wholeness felt like. She was like a caged bird that had been born in captivity—wings clipped before it ever knew the sky existed, voice silenced by handlers who preferred quiet compliance to natural song. She had no scent worth claiming, no presence that should command attention from someone of my status.

“This isn’t a prison. You can't keep me against my will.” “No,” he agreed, his voice hauntingly calm. For a split second, I felt a wave of relief, but it vanished the moment he finished his sentence. “It’s worse.” He turned and walked toward the massive front doors, leaving me standing in the cold light, surrounded by his silent army. I looked back at the gates, now far in the distance, and realized the truth. The cage was beautiful, and the bars were made of silk and stone, but it was a cage nonetheless.

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 balance is broken. My words, "next time, I might not tell you," hang in the penthouse like a sentence. They know. I am no longer their caged bird singing for its jailers. I am a raptor that has tasted the wind and is looking at the open door. Sasha

“You actually considered that.” “I considered it for about four minutes, and then I remembered you would leave me before you let me cage you that way, and that losing you to my own fear would be exactly the outcome Rodrigo’s counting on either way.” He pulled back enough to look at me properly. “So instead, I’m building a wall around your life instead of a cell. Guards you’ll barely notice most days. Cameras. Drivers who know six different routes to every place you go, so no one can predict which one you’ll take. It’s not perfect. But it lets you keep being you, which matters more to me than perfect safety ever will.”

I wish I could be with them, I wish I could transform into a tiny bird and fly out of this cage that holds me prisoner. The sun is rising at the horizon, it spills pink and golden colours. Its light is too bright, I shield my eyes with my hands. If I wasn't in so much excruciating pain and confined in a cage, the sunrise would have been a sight to behold but not today. Not now that I'm a captive, lessened to the level of a lowly beast. My dignity has been snatched away and ripped into shreds. I can't cry. Tears have evaded me. I've got no tears left, I've shed all I could.