King's Cage Mga Nobela at Kwento

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

Sasha- I spurn to leave and I halt on my way when the room becomes dark. I slowly turn and I look up at the ceiling and I see the King and his families drive out in convoy and they had an accident. Every person’s in each car had a stake to their chest, including parents and kids. The king and his wife are badly hurt as blood drip from their head. The king turned to ensure his kids are fine as they cower in fear. Two figures appear from each side of the car and put a stake to their chest. The twins ran out of the car and one of the twins dragged their scared little brother but before he could come out, one of the figure who are on red and black outfit respectively, put a stake to the little b

the King's calm but lethal remark sent shivers through the room. "Place him in the center and let the bug unearth all his skeletons in the closet." "NOOOOOOOOO!" Casper's screams filled the room as he struggled against the royal knights. The King's patience was running thin. "Chain him." The knights followed the King's command, chaining Prince Casper so tightly that even the slightest movement would cause wounds, as the chains were coated in thorny particles. 'He's undoubtedly looking for trouble. If he's innocent, he wouldn't be acting like this,' my growing suspicion led me to this conclusion.

The argument room, as I've dubbed it, is full of King's personal guards. These men are his leaders for good reason. All are deadly fighting machines and have proved their loyalty. Cabel, who married an island woman a year ago, is back as one of King's guards. It's nice to see him at the table. He doesn't smile or acknowledge me and even knowing why, it frustrates me. At least it does until a woman looks in King's direction. Then I understand completely. That doesn't mean I need to like it. Cabel has his mating rage under control and just in time. We need him.

He nods, frowning. The King looks appalled, and moves around the room taking in the various other things here. He takes in the whips wrapped in silver wire, and the cuffs attached to the wall. Celine walks over to the desk and pulls open the drawer with the silver and wolfsbane solutions. She puts one on the top of the desk. The King walks over to her and looks at the bottle,

It was out of her hands now, and the feeling was oddly peaceful. Cassy strode into the hall with her head held high, eyes pinned to the King as soon as they located him. When her gaze didn’t drop or stray away from her father’s, his grin pulled wide, baring his teeth. His sat on a makeshift throne at the centre of the stage, lounging back into it with his arms splayed out across the sides. Katie’s mum stood at his side, but she didn’t look victorious. She watched Cassy with a scowl. Cassy didn’t care. What she did care about was not being about to see her mum or smell her scent in the room. The King must be keeping her elsewhere. “Cassandra Kitridge, your arm has healed miraculously well,” W

The shackle around my ankle was heavy, and my legs gave out. I managed to keep from falling by gripping the table, but I realized I wasn’t even allowed to leave the kitchen with these legs. Just as I collapsed, the man returned with a black box in his hand. He knelt in front of me and said, “The loser has to follow the winner’s punishment. You knocked over the dominoes, so you lost this game.” “I lost……? You never said that.” “Didn’t I?” The man tilted his head. I didn’t know what was in that black box, but he had brought it. I didn’t want to look inside. After a pause, the man flicked his finger and tapped the lid of the black box, then added,

The King’s gaze followed me, appraising, cold, calculating. The pit was located at the basement of the castle and was made up of an elevated platform made of canvas encircled by a triumvirate of plastic harnesses - the space had the semblance of a wrestling ring. It was illuminated by powerful LED lights embedded in the xatky Apart from King Sylvester who was proudly seated, guards and other contingent that stood around the ring

CAGED TO THE MOON KING CHAPTER 9 Heaven. I didn't know what happened next but I found myself in a cage. A big one with iron bars supporting the huge padlocks. It was pitch dark however I could hear faint noises in the background. My legs and hands were tied together and I felt a numbing pain in my back. Those silly brothers had made me lose consciousness to kill me here. I wasn't even scared a bit, gone are those times when I would be scared of death and plead for my life to be spared. What is the need for a useless person like me to live? If I die, let me die, or vice versa.

I move to the door and lock it with the bolt first then raise the latch over it before hooking back the chain connecting the door to the wall. I walk back and disconnect some wires from the television and soon it is a fizzling box. I’m more comfortable with this meaningless sound. I pick a book, ‘’ The Caucasian chalk’’ and sit beside the stool. So many times, I have compared this story to the story of the two women in the holy book who slept side by side with their babies. One of the women wakes in the middle of the night and finds her baby dead. She then goes ahead to swap her dead baby with her neighbour's sleeping baby. The case gets to the king and the king declares that the living baby