Inspired By Marty Cagan Novels & Stories

“Morningstar and Crimsonhill….combined, we will be invincible. We will be gods amongst wolves, we will form an army of tomorrow and the world will be at our feet.” I find it funny how Marty's offer is so different from Caleb's. Caleb offered a hand in marriage to help me, but Marty the monster is offering a hand in marriage to destroy me. “Save your pathetic speech, Marty,” I point at him, “I know what you're driving at, but you won’t get a single inch of our land.”

But with this woman, it was impossible to predict her next move. I walk further into the room, trying to make good of my legs. I walk from one end of the room to the other. Then I pick a spot and begin to jump. I love the mild pain that comes with each hop. It feels like a massage and also therapeutic. This is the fourth day I'm trying to exercise my leg and by faith or by hope, I feel it's healing faster. I have missed freedom - the little freedom and the rebellion that came with adolescence. Now that I think of rebellion, I wonder if Kent is looking for me. If he just moved on or if he tried to see me. Was it him or me - the devil between us? Was it me?

said Regan. ***

Your insights can guide me as I craft the next chapters, making them even more compelling and relatable. In writing “Caged by Him,” I aimed to explore themes of love, struggle, and resilience. Each character is a reflection of real-life complexities, and I hope their journeys inspire you as much as they inspired me while writing. The emotional highs and lows are meant to engage you, to make you feel every triumph and heartache. I believe that stories have the power to connect us, to spark conversations, and to foster understanding. I hope this book does just that.

About the Authors Mark Boutros: Mark Boutros is an International Emmy nominated screenwriter and fantasy author. He mostly likes sleeping and saying no to social gatherings. M.M. Ward: Mama Magie Ward- Farm mom and author who writes as part of my stroke recovery. My stories are a walk between shadow and light. I write stories about and for those who have been through much. There will be triggers for survivors, things I would wish on anyone, but sadly, these are the trials many face in today’s world. Some of will overcome, some will succumb, and I encourage all to seek help. Weep, cope, reach out. You are not alone. There is always the choice... Become Better, not bitter.

“No one’s watching you out here. No neighbors to call the cops. No one to say, ‘Oh, poor Liam, he’s so misunderstood.’ You’re just… out there. Alone. Like always.” She scoffed under her breath. “Trying to prove what? That you’re suffering too? That you’re punishing yourself now?” Her voice rose. “Is this what passes for remorse in your head?” Still, he didn’t move. His soaked shirt clung to his body. His hair was flattened by the rain. He looked like a ghost of himself. She shook her head, stepping back from the window, her hands balling into fists. “You know, this whole martyr act is pathetic. You think this erases what you’ve done? What you’ve put me through?” Her voice cracked slightly.

Title: Keeping the elder Cage brother **** P.S: loves this is the beginning of Roman and Marty story. ~ MARTY ~ I sat on the edge of my bathtub with a box of dark hair dye in my hand. It was the same brand I had pulled from store shelves every month for the past eight years. I turned the box over a few times, running my thumb across the label as that familiar ache settled in my chest. Without giving myself time to think, I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and shoved the box all the way to the back where I wouldn't have to look at it.

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

Kathy was waiting for him to choke her to death or twist her neck to clear her forever, but she couldn’t feel any pain and opened her trembling eyes. With all her courage, Kathy again opened her mouth. “Aaron. It’s illegal to CAGED someone. If the police know about it, they will arrest you and even put you behind the bars. So please let me go!” she said politely as she looked at him. “I will not tell anyone about this. I promise,” she added as she sounded panicky. He gave her a stoic expression and smirked. For heaven’s sake, what with him and with all those smirking? Kathy thought.

I clenched my fist to keep them from trembling. “Because I work hard,” I said, forcing my voice not to crack. “Because I don’t give up easily, no matter how many times people push me aside. I might not have papers or experience, but I have something most of them don’t.” “And what’s that?” He leaned forward, studying me like I was some puzzle he had no patience for. “Desperation,” I said honestly. “I need this job more than they do. And when someone needs something badly enough, they’ll give it everything.”