His Caged Bird Novels & Stories

she uttered before walking away. I bit my lower lip. This is freaking me out. How am I supposed to do whatever I want right now? I can’t escape this cage. Damn him. I still have transactions to do. Why are you doing this, Mr. Montez? What’s actually your plan?

A voice, distorted by static and distance, but chillingly familiar in its controlled malice, filled the small cabin: "Put Leo on. It's time he heard what happens to birds who fly from their cage... and the keepers who help them."

"If you are playing me I will destroy you." "I am not " Alex said fiercely. He moved closer. ". Keep accusing me and I might start wishing I was the one selling you out." Rowan grabbed Alexs arm pulling him against the desk. Their bodies pressed together. Alex could feel the line of muscle beneath the suit. "You have no idea what you are walking into " Rowan said, voice rough. "This company is not business. It is a cage.. I am both prisoner and warden." The confession slipped out small but real. Alex caught the flash of something haunted in Rowans eyes.

Someone walked into my inner sanctum, bypassed my guards, bypassed me, and left a package inches from my wife. I pull a pen from my pocket and use the tip to flip the lid open. Eve gasps. A sound of pure, strangled horror. Inside, nestled on the black satin, is a dead canary. Its bright yellow feathers are matted. Its neck is twisted at an unnatural angle. Its black eyes are open, staring sightlessly up at the fluorescent lights. A dead songbird. To me the message is clear. It’s visceral. We can get to her. The bird in the cage is not safe.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

‘Caged’ By Martha Magdalena This cage my life Me useless to change it I know every corner of the cage I don’t know my capturers But I know their rules I know the consequences They want me to entertain them But I won’t Faces pressed to the window Cameras in their hand They search the cage for me They read the sigh Which has no insight to me They leave snacks in plain sight Wanting me to come out To give in to temptation But I won’t I am in control of my actions The lights go off Everyone leaves, disappointed I am moved No expectations No watching eyes A false sense of freedom But still trapped Still forced to survive until Forced out again I see others through the windows Behind the waiting c

Alistair Graves stopped at nothing to have me. He drove my family into bankruptcy and forced my fiancé to marry his sister. I would rather shatter than bend, so I threw myself from the attic window. The fall did not kill me or cripple me, but it took every one of my memories. So he lied to me and told me we had been in love. For the next five years, I lived on the private island he bought for me and played the obedient Mrs. Graves. Then this Thanksgiving, he said something had come up and he could not spend the holiday with me. I wanted to celebrate with him, so I secretly took the speedboat into the city. Outside a private room at a members' club, I saw him with his arm around Scarlett

She felt its restlessness, its hunger, its desperate need to run. I understand, she thought. I know what it's like to be trapped. I know what it's like to want to be free. The wolf paused. It listened. I'm not going to keep you caged forever, she continued. I'm going to set you free. But I need you to trust me. I need you to be patient. The wolf whined. It was impatient. It had been waiting for so long. I know, she thought. I know. But we've waited this long. We can wait a little longer.

After a contaminated drug supply triggers a pandemic that collapses civilization, a young woman named Mercy finds herself stranded in the ruins of Doomcaster. Rescued by the Godless Brothers-a brutal, male-dominated survivor faction-she trades her freedom for survival. The Brothers' leader, Ash, agrees to protect her, but the price is steep: she becomes property, collared and branded. But after Ash is gravely injured and dies, the camp plunges into chaos. A new leader rises through bloodshed, announcing a return to the Brotherhood's roots: women exist to bear the next generation, and every brother has the right to claim one. Mercy endures relentless humiliation and violence as she struggl

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r