Imprisoned By Love Novels & Stories

Then, I continued, "There's a recording device in it. I initially wanted to monitor him to see if he would betray my feelings. Perhaps you can find the evidence you need in the recording." … Howard and Hector were detained under rape charges. Soon, the police found evidence of the multiple crimes they committed in their house and through my recording. I was admitted to the hospital for an entire month. After being discharged, I found time to visit Howard in jail. His hair had been shaved, and he was wearing a prison jumpsuit. He was no longer as dashing as I first saw him. Instead, he was in a state of despondence. When he laid eyes on me, his eyes widened so much that they bulged.

"Please don't do this. Please stay free. Please—" "No, Mommy. I'm coming in. I'm helping you hold her. I'm—" The entity laughed. "Foolish child," she said. "You're trapping yourself. Making same mistake as your mother. Sacrificing freedom for love. Now you'll both be prisoners. Both be cages. Both be—" "Both be together," Grace finished. She was fully inside now. Merging with the prison. Becoming part of it. "Both be family. Both be—"

"People can grow strong enough to whisper at the iron bars that hold them and see them bend out of their way, like the most crazy magic. That's what love can do: kill souls, kill brains, weaken the victim who bears the torture of love. I wish I could have mastered that way, but it is hard when you have shown your face after a long time. You can just go away and never show your face again. "I always act like there is no cage, wear a mask of coping and normality. I can rage against the bars. Yet what love makes hard, no other thing or plan thought of can ever solve the puzzles set out to solve. There is another escape route, yet it is one into another great pain. It is possible to be so emotio

I wished someone would come to my rescue. He held my lips to shut me up from screaming. I was moaning, trying to let go of his hand from my mouth, but I couldn't because my hands were tied. “I love every single bit of you, and I want to make you feel like you are in paradise,” he whispered in my ear. I was burning up with anger, but what could I do? I was strongly held captive and prayed silently that Earnest would find me before he took advantage of me. He slowly kissed my forehead. I felt like squeezing him. “I love you. Today, I will make sure I give you rock and raw to make you feel every part of me.” He let go of his hand from my mouth.

Henry explained desperately. "You didn't betray our family? In the past few months, two of our men have been arrested by the police. In each case, they spoke in your presence, then evidence was found against them. Even if you had gone to prison, we would have taken good care of you and your family. But you betrayed your family because you didn't want to go to prison?!" Janni Alburno shouted in an agitated voice, striking the table hard. A vase tipped over, wetting the tablecloth, and silver cutlery fell to the floor. The eyes of the old man who had just smiled and embraced Valentine flashed murderously.

After stepping off the stage from receiving my award, I was still in my formal attire as I made my way to see Cedric. Once I took the divorce papers with me, I'd sever all ties and leave everything in the past. When I entered the prison, I spotted him immediately. He looked like a shell of the man he once was, barely holding on to the last remnants of his sanity. When he saw me, tears streamed down his face. "Is the divorce agreement finalized?" I asked. Those words crushed the last bit of hope he had. "Can we talk, just like we used to? You don't have to be this extreme. Your company is about to go public, and you have a bright future ahead," he pleaded.

She asked carefully as she wondered if there is anyone in the world who would allow themselves to be locked away. She found it difficult to believe. Most people would do everything they could to escape a cage, no matter how beautiful it was. Who would willingly remain behind locked doors, giving up their freedom with their own hands? Even if the prison was built by the person they loved, wasn’t it still a prison? But if it was out of love then perhaps it’s possible? Perhaps there were feelings so deep that ordinary people simply couldn’t understand them. Love had driven people to sacrifice kingdoms, abandon families and throw away their own lives throughout history. Compared to those stories

Orin was beside me, and his hand gripped my shoulder. I spoke, but the words felt inadequate. How do you sum up a life like Ilyra's? Captured. Imprisoned. Broken. And somehow, despite all of it, still capable of love. Still capable of hope. Still capable of singing the old songs with a voice that could move wolves to tears.

Every day felt like a struggle to remain sane in the prison built by the person she once loved. At that moment, Jasmine remembered Seth's words from last night. She couldn't forget the intensity of his gaze, his way of forcing his love onto her. Jasmine knew that Seth saw his actions as a form of love and protection, but for Jasmine, it was all a trap tightening around her heart. Jasmine forced herself to eat a little, just to maintain her strength. After finishing, she returned to her bed, staring at the ceiling while pondering the bleak future. How could she make the right decision in a situation like this? How could she free herself from this prison of wrong love?

The only woman I loved. Natasha. We were so in love. We were glued to each other, not wanting to let go, but she did. She left without a word. She left leaving a broken me to sulk. I remembered when I didn't hear from her for over a week. I was asked not to panic. Who wouldn't panic when your girlfriend is missing? Her family played dumb with me. I went to jail for their daughters disappearance. The knock distract me from my thought. I walk to the door. Pulling it open, I see Mike standing there, looking so good in a tuxedo. His hair is gelled and combed back. He has the bad guy look.