Imprisoned By Love Novels & Stories

"(You're still the one) You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss goodnight." She remembered their first walk together, the first time they hugged, their first kiss, their first sex, how he made her body come alive. "Ain't nothing better We beat the odds together." She remembered the people that tried to get between them, Hannah, Lisa, his father, his step mother. She remembered how he treated her when she got pregnant. She remembered her kidnap, and how he found her. She remembered the pain in his eyes.

The closer my cage rolls toward the crowd, the more hands rise to throw things at me—the very people oppressed by unjust rule raising their hands against another suffering the same. But to them, mine is different—because I have sinned. At the end of the path carved by my people on both sides, they lower my cage to the ground. In a heartbeat, pelted from every side with filth and rotten dirt, another decree falls: “Imprison her.” My heart drops. My eyes fly to Varyn, but his gaze is steady, unshaken. His intentions burn clear in it. The realization strikes hard. From exile to prison.

I sit down, the cold seeping through the fabric of my clothes, chilling me to the bone. As the lights dim, signaling the end of the day in this sterile prison, my thoughts turn once again to Zac and Clementine. The image of Clementine's smile, her gurgling baby laughter, fills me with a fierce longing. I close my eyes, recalling the warmth of Zac's embrace, the safety it promises. I whisper their names, my voice a mere breath in the silence, hoping against hope that somehow, they will feel my call, my need for them. The facility might be soundproof, but love, I believe, has its own frequency, one that cannot be contained by glass or steel.

“What am I! I’m just an ex-convict! You jerk! You a**! Put me down! You are dirty! You are disgusting! Put me down! “Go to your new girlfriend! I’m just a freaking ex-convict! I was imprisoned! Why are you even touching me! Get off of me!” Sabrina’s tears flowed out of her eyes freely, dripping down her cheeks and onto her hair. His face was drenched in her spit. Even through his shirt, her sharp nails clawed bloody lines on his chest. If he was not wearing a shirt, she might even dig out his organs and intestines!

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

The driver cringed back, his eyes wide and bloodshot, looking at her as if she were a ghost returned from the ruins of the company. "Let his arms down," she commanded. I hesitated for a heartbeat, my protective instincts screaming at me to keep him bound. He was a piece of trash who had delivered death to our doorstep, and the thought of his hands being free near her made my vision go red again. But Nyla didn't blink. She gave me a look that told me exactly who was in charge of this interrogation. I signaled to the guards, and they stepped forward to loosen the restraints. The prisoner slumped, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps as the pressure on his limbs was released. He looked at Nyl

Ces don't know what to do. She's in a great panic because of an uncomfortable situation she's with now. She's inside a cubicle with a strange man who's now covering her mouth with his hands. It was so tight that she can't even let a breath out. She tried to escape from its hold, but the man just motion him to be quiet and be still. She rolled her eyes. Both of them were stunned when the doors started to open and close drastically.

I said slowly, “the empire could splinter. People with short vision will sell. Donors will pause. Competitors will circle. The board could fracture and control could shift. It would not be immediate chaos, but it would be the long death of stability.” She held my gaze. Her hands were small in mine. “I love you,” she said softly. “If everything burns, I love you anyway.” The line was simple and like a match. It warmed something that I had kept cold for a long time.

"How laughable, Mommy... I thought I had finally received love." In truth, I had suspected this all along, but I hadn’t wanted to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that, even in this new life, I would still be denied love. So, I lied to myself, trying to convince myself it was all real, and ended up trapped in my own illusion. I didn't say another word. I went into my room, took out the three cards, and laid them one by one on the table. I kept my tears in check as I spoke.

Langit pressed their foreheads together, closed his eyes, and felt each other’s breath. “I love you so much. Stay with me.” “I will stay with you. Only death will separate us.” ** “Love is like an incomplete part that must be made whole. Half added to half, until it finally becomes one perfect whole. It is not perfection that love seeks, but imperfection, so that two can complete each other.”