In His Cage Novels & Stories

I sent a quick wave of love over him and watched as his feet stopped tapping. “Sorry,” he said, taking a breath and giving his shoulders a shake, “this is having to talk about the worst time in my life. So I thought the only way to die was to have someone else kill me. So I ended up alone, drunk and vulnerable, agreeing to sign up to the Axelon gang’s Cage system. I don’t believe it is known in White Forest but it is fairly notorious here for it’s gambling.” “You were a fighter? Like boxing?” Anders interrupted.

It is dark, and it smells as we go down the stairs. The young wolf turns on a small light. It barely illuminates the basement. He takes my handcuffs off and pushes me into a large metal cage. There is a small mat to sleep on, a sink, and a toilet. Alpha Raymond has done this before. The mat is bloody and smells, but I have no choice but to lay on it. "Get comfortable, little wolf. You will never see the light of day again," The young wolf says as he leaves me alone in the cage.

My breathing gets considerably harder as the cold air wraps its hands around me, the thick snow not making walking easier either, as they lead me, their guns pointed at me, Alvarez right in front of me. ------------ "Get in" He says, pointing at the cage, a small cage fit for a dog I look back at him in question, as I wait for the joke. He wants me to stay caged up in a fucking dog cage? Hell no "Did I stutter? Get in, or I will have to easch you a lesson, you will not find me so gentle" He says, causing me to hurry and crawl into the small cage, the size of it forcing me to lay in a child's pose, my legs tucked to my stomach, as my breathing got further constricted

I noticed that he was holding the slide of the knife and that it was piercing into his palms, his blood rolling to the back of the knife before it dropped to the floor. " And who the fuck brought him in here?" Cage was really furious to the extent that his vein lines were visible both on his forehead and his arms. The room remained quiet, it seemed no one was ready to speak. Cage shifted his gaze to Jones, I recognized the look of hatred in his eyes; " Why do you care so much about him?" As much as I didn't want to answer that question, I still did. I moved a few steps close to him, making sure I was blocking his view from seeing Jones.

But then he spoke, voice low, ragged. “This cage… was mine first.” Her heart stopped. “What?” He opened his eyes, meeting hers, the shadows in his gaze darker than ever. “I built it. Long ago. Not for you. For me.” Her throat tightened. “You?” His mouth twisted in a bitter smile. “I was dangerous. Too dangerous. So I caged myself", he said simply but the simplicity of the words showed her it's sincerity - his sincerity. Her breath caught. She searched his face, finding the truth there in the cracks, in the flicker of pain he couldn’t hide.

“You had no right to put your hands on her.” I brought his hand toward the heat, his eyes widened. “Wait.” I looked at him. “You should have thought about that before you grabbed her.” The moment the heat reached his skin, Preston recoiled violently. “Fuck!” His entire body jerked against the restraints, his breathing turning ragged as he tried to pull his hand away. “Jethro!” I didn’t move. The closer his hand came to the flames, the more desperate his movements became. He twisted in the chair, trying to escape the heat, his face tightening as the pain intensified. “Please!” His voice cracked.

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.

He felt like a wounded animal, trapped in a cage of his own emotions, the bars of pain closing in around him. "Damn it!" Kabir's voice was a hoarse whisper, a blend of anger and anguish that he couldn't contain. His gaze fell on his own reflection in the shattered pieces of a mirror, his appearance distorted and fractured, much like his heart. He raised his blood-streaked hand and slammed it against the wall, a cry of frustration and despair escaping his lips.

Then again Alex was currently at a similar spot sneering at the possibility of his triumph. " You can't escape from my enclosure my sweet little pea ", Alex murmured to himself while focusing on his cheeks which four fingers were printed. " Soon!! You will be In the cage of your brother -in- marriage, I will ensure that I will cut your wings so you can't fly in the future ", Alex told himself. Anjali don't know that soon she will be , " Caged By My Brother-In -Law " . like a beauty caged by the beast but the story is different, here beauty will be ruined by the beast.

This was the older of the bloodline users. “Stay away from him,” Declan said to Layana, she nodded as the door swung open to see a man changed by the leg to the far wall, he was rather slim, with broad shoulders, he sat there against the wall, despite there being a bed he refused to use it, he looked up his almost white eyes boring into theirs. “Well well… look what trash has been dragged in,” He hissed venomously as Declan stepped forward