Penn Cage Books Novels & Stories

“It’s dangerous out here right now. Let me take Alex to the tower. He’ll be safer there.” Delmar clenched his fists. Taking a deep breath as he quickly gathered his thoughts, he shook his head. “No,” he responded bluntly. “Put him in a cage.” Just then, the arguing ceased immediately as the Ravennites all turned heads toward their leader. Alex felt as though a sense of betrayal had entered his heart. The Ravennites did not have a prison established in the Citadel. The only thing they had was a small series of cells dug underneath the bottommost level of the tower, which they called cages. Alex had never seen them himself, but he knew they were reserved for the most dangerous of their enemies

He then excitedly led her to the banquet hall. On the huge screen under the dome, many photos of her appeared. Outside, fireworks exploded with loud bangs, quietly blooming just beyond the large windows. Pink lilies lined the path, piled into the shapes of bears and made into flower baskets, decorating every corner of the banquet hall. In the open space, there were over a dozen stands, each displaying the titles of her works. Jamie knelt in front of Melanie on one knee. "Will you marry me, Mel?"

Why was that door open on that day? Why was she keeping me? Could she have been looking for me? I begin to hum while sorting through the books for another book to read. There are books on building constructions, one christain book and that is all. I pick one of the construction books. I have read different books covering different aspects of life before. Right from when I stopped legally going to school at fifteen. Uncle Joel said I had become expensive. Then I fell back to sneaking into any class that I could, gathering knowledge in everything while being nothing.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

I focused on the sound of his lungs—the same lungs that had breathed life into me in the safehouse, the same man who was currently my only anchor in a world turned to ash. We finally emerged into the bowels of the New York Public Library—the Milstein Research Stacks. In the daytime, this place was a sanctuary of knowledge. In the blackout, it was a haunted forest. The flashlight in Cassian’s hand was shielded by a red filter, casting a bloody, rhythmic pulse over the endless rows of shelving. Millions of books sat in the dark, their spines like ribs, their contents a silent witness to a history that was being unwritten in real-time.

LYON'S POV I should’ve looked away. Hell, I wanted to look away. But there I was, half-hidden behind a rack of novels, clutching a stale cup of coffee and watching two kids roam the bookstore like they owned the place. They didn’t notice me. Why would they? The girl — Penny, I think I heard — was a firecracker. All chatter and excitement, bouncing from shelf to shelf like the floor was a hot fireplace. The boy trailed behind, quieter, more grounded. Eyes too sharp for his age as he sound cautiously to his sister.

Ansel answers his eyes shining with unshed tears for his pack. The library is 2 stories. The first is very much like a human library, divided into sections, childrens, young adult, non fiction, history, ect. They second houses spell books, the histories of the packs, and other books that we need permission to read these are on cage like shelves with locks on the front. Ansel follows my line of sight as I am looking at these cage's and he says "We will be breaking those locks when the time comes. But for now we have plenty to be getting on with, and I don't want to draw too much attention to us just yet."

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15 Queenebunoluwa15.

Each word painted vivid images in her mind, transporting her to different settings and introducing her to intriguing characters especially when she had suffered something similar something so terrible but now she's at peace, she's with someone who's there always for her. She read, " The night air was thick with tension as Prerna stepped out of her sleek black sedan, her stilettos clicking on the pavement. The sprawling mansion before her stood as a testament to power and opulence, a fortress that hid secrets and sins. It was Abeer's stronghold, the very heart of his criminal empire.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.