I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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?

“Why me?” His lips curved slightly. “That’s the second time you’ve asked that today. You’ll get the real answer on the fifth date. Your turn.” I studied him for a moment, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “Fine. What’s the one thing you want that money can’t buy?” His gaze didn’t falter. “Loyalty,” he said without hesitation. “Your turn.” “My turn?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me why you’re still here instead of running like you did yesterday.”

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

The song above is 'The Song of the Caged Bird' by Lindsey Stirling, an amazing violinist. Later in the chapter, when Ariella plays her violin, I imagine her song to be similar to the one above :) 4312 words8 Flames dance between us, glowing orange and golden. Their light is reflected in his onyx irises, illuminating them with amber and scarlet sparks. With a gaze like a cunning predator, he watches me watching him. Aware. Alert. Direct and unrelenting.

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?

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa