His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

Danielle dismissed her opinion. “I can’t possibly allow myself to live like a caged bird. It doesn’t matter how posh the cage is. I need someone who truly understands me as I am. Karl understands me. That’s why he won’t throw a fit because of my insistence to work or pressure me to resign. He wouldn’t want to see me wasting away like a useless person.

His head was high but his eyes were downwards. I gulped down the lump form in my throat as realization dawned upon me that I had once again came back to his cage from where I had taken my fly of freedom. “Please come out” he requested me but his strong voice was saying something else. He was not requesting me but telling me that I had to follow him and my frightened body took it like a command.

And now, I never would. Because Raymond Silver didn't hold his possessions. He owned them. And I was no exception. I was home. And I would never leave again. Back to this captivity Back to a confined place Where I clamour like a caged bird Clamouring for freedom It's all good though I'm speechless for now

Xavier had lied to me about marking me, intentionally manipulating me into thinking I had to marry him and only told me the truth during the oestrus, to leave me a true temporary marking___ that beast! I clenched my fist and hit it hard on the bed. I would surely make him pay when he returned! I stood up from the bed and struggled to the safe at the corner of the room. Opening it, I picked out a script from within and closed it back. Returning to the bed, I tried to make myself comfortable and opened the script to go through again. The story was indeed wonderful. The female character, Crystal, is miserable. The annoying part was the scum male character's name being Xavier... my partner's nam

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.

He ran his thumb over its surface before pressing it against his palm. “I don’t have to trust him,” he said finally. “I just have to make sure his leash is tight enough.” And with that, he crushed the coin in his hand, sending the signal. The Bloodhound was coming.

The large trees, the water and the sky feels so serene that it feels like they are mocking me as they are free and I'm being caged inside a golden cage. I feel like I'm a bird whose wings have been clipped off and I'm moving towards my golden cage for my entire life. I sighed one last time at my life and closed my eyes, shutting down everything.

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.”

My eyes adjusted slowly, and what I saw made my stomach twist. The place looked like some kind of torture chamber. Chains hung from the walls, and strange equipment lay scattered around. And right in the center of the room was a large metal cage. Inside it was a black raven bird, huge, with dark eyes that glinted under the faint light. It looked restless, its small frame trembling slightly as it hopped around. My brows pulled together. What was this? Before I could say a word, a voice I knew too well broke the silence.

Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure. "But this book, The Caged Bird and the Lion, is just magnificent. Even though it's fiction, the descriptions of Mafia family life are so real, it's like the author lived it." Lorenzo scoffed. "Boring fantasies. What do those writers know about the Mafia?" He reached for a file, but his eyes were drawn to the book Lily had placed on the table. The pages were open to a drawing of a white bird imprisoned in a golden cage, with a majestic lion standing outside.