Novel & Cerita Imprisoned By Love

“I don’t know if I can believe in love yet. But… I want to. I want to try.” My heart clenched. I brushed a soft kiss against his forehead, then his scarred shoulder, then each mark I could see, as if rewriting them with gentleness. “Then try with me. We’ll figure it out together. No rush. No pressure. Just… us.” His breath hitched, and he let out a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh. “You make it sound so simple.” “Because it is,” I murmured. “Love isn’t supposed to be another prison. It’s supposed to be freedom.”

And beside me, the man who turned my prison into my freedom pressed a final kiss to my hair and whispered into the dark: “After everything — we’re still here.” Love isn't just about words, it's majorly sacrifice.

He wasn’t powerful anymore. He was caught. And I survived him. That night, I watched him through the glass of the holding cell. No remorse. Just rage. But it didn’t scare me. It pitied me. Because I knew what he never would. Love—real love—isn’t about control. It’s about release. And I was finally, completely free.

After being released from prison on Christmas Eve, I find my wife, Jessica Wright, waiting outside the gates with our daughter, Penny Joyner. The late fall sky stretches overhead in a warm, golden hue, but the look in Jessica's eyes is cold. "How annoying," she says. "They just had to let you out in time for Christmas dinner." Penny covers her nose in disgust. "Mom, Dad smells awful! I still like Uncle Caleb better." I remember how Jessica used Grandma's illness to force me to take the fall for her first love, Caleb Moore. Because of her, I went to prison in his place. It is also Penny's words that finally destroy the last of my hope. She says, "Dad, just go. Uncle Caleb will take goo

“Alexander. You can’t turn on and off love like a light switch. That is not how it works. If you love her then be there for her now. She will never get out of prison. She will never hold her child without bars between them. There are so many things she will never experience because she made the wrong choices over and over again. But you can give her love. Even if you never see her again. At least you took this time to show her love. And it will make your heart happy too. Come on. Hold her hand and watch your child be born.” Ingrid holds out her hand for Alexander. He looks at it before taking it and letting her lead him to the room.

The time had come for him to face what awaited him. "There were things I had to do that she didn't know about. And there were things about my life I couldn't tell her." From the moment he turned himself in to the authorities, he was handcuffed and taken away. He found strength in Dynasty's love. Through the darkest month and four days and nights he spent in a jail cell. Dynasty's love kept him safe. It was experiencing such genuine love, something Victor had never felt before in his life, that sustained him and the memories of finding and being given that kind of love. Victor endured captivity, trials, and everything else he had to face because of his inner joy. Until the last day he spent i

Which is precisely what Samael’s purpose is. However, this particular prisoner had been putting up quite the fight. He was more substantial than most. His stubbornness and determination helped his mind fight off the compulsion and keep a clear head. Samael knew that was not the whole truth. This prisoner also held a particular liking to the girl whom they questioned him. The prisoner would do anything to protect the girl, who just happened to be the same girl Samael loved. His love was forbidden, and it was why the man ended up as a prisoner in the first place.

"You took away my choice and trapped me in a bond I never consented to. You isolated me. Controlled me. Made me doubt my own thoughts and feelings because you'd poisoned my blood with venom that made everything confused." "I know." He was sobbing now, whole body shaking. "I know. I was wrong. I was so wrong. I thought if I could just keep you close enough, make you need me enough, eventually you'd love me the way I loved you. But that's not love. I see that now. That's imprisonment."

How did the man who looked at me like I was his entire world become the same man who would imprison me in my own bedroom? My head fell back against the door and I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened, but all I could see was the darkness in his eyes and hear the coldness in his voice when he said he would kill Nick without hesitation. This wasn't the Corian I thought I knew, or maybe it was and I had just been too blind to see it. The tears kept coming and I let them because what else could I do? I was trapped, locked in by a man I am in love with but didn't seem to understand that love wasn't supposed to feel like a cage.

That was when he found me; I would be able to go to him and confirm the bond that we have. I know that all of this is just wishful thinking, because I am well aware that Anderson would never set me free. After all the time that I had spent with him, the more I got scared of him. Because most of the time when he loses his temper, some of the people around him face his wrath. Still, despite everything that I have done, I find myself stuck in the same prison where we placed those people who committed greater sins, trapped with no place to go. Many people told me to be grateful, but how could I be when I’m not shown any love? How would they feel if they found out that the person you finally lear