The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

Only thrushes sing the most beautiful songs. Later, she realized that thrush is a kind of cage bird. As the name suggests, it is a bird raised in a cage for people to enjoy. What's the difference between thrush and her? In her previous life, the life she was controlled by Ethan was not like the bird in the cage? "Brother Ethan." Kim looked at her thrush in the cage and said softly, "Let it go." Ethan hears her say so, then waved toward Jack, "Open the cage."

He looks carefully at the abstract art he's drawing, "What is the theme? Mind telling me?" Tom picks up a small brush and takes some yellow color from the palette, staring at the drawing. "After a long time of struggle, a bird freed itself from its cage, it came to know the taste of freedom. It knew very well the world inside the cage, but what it didn't know was the outside world. The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowly.

I glued to my place and the world around me stopped as my heart skipped a beat and my breath hitched in my throat. Third person's POV They say, coal also has to burn in flames to become a diamond, and here both of them are burning in that flame to become a diamond. As she crossed the line of her Cage she was free, she got the freedom for which she was longing yet she is not happy even when she got the thing she wanted. He bought her to the cage to keep her as a toy, to fulfill his motive and desires yet he is not happy even when he got everything he wanted.

I was so amazed at the magnificence that welcomed me as I bounced down from Sebastian's back failing to remember my destroyed garments. It was a lovely city with cold mountains and a valley of blossoms. The sky had mists that grinned at them with trees that radiated its delightful shade. Ladies were so lovely with clothes that sparkled brilliantly while they walked around chuckling, talking about something irrelevant. Cages! I saw animals,children and men being caged under the sun and my heart slammed remembering the prince's words of caging women. Weird men with whips stood and looked after them. Each bypassers gazed at me in nausea and I winced in dread, sticking to Sebastian.

Bad Taylor. But then he had to go and say the one damn word that immediately made me lose any grip I had on my self-restraint. “Mine.” My towel hit the floor quicker than a drag-queen’s death drop. This time when he looks back at me there’s no trace of his stunning hazel eyes, instead replaced with the shimmering grey of his wolf. They are so beautiful, bordering on metallic as they capture the moonlight, like a hazy grey cloud surrounded by a silver lining.

They turned their body, like wooden dolls managed by someone who appeared to be in a terrible mood. Satan held them by their neck in both hands and hung them in the air. They didn't scream, didn't ask for mercy because their souls were locked in the cage that was set by Satan's command. There was no wave in their eyes even after seeing the devil because their souls turned into hollows, not even God could replenish them.

She had never even ever wished me a happy birthday. Last year on my birthday, I begged her to give me a birthday gift. That time, Zac was saying that he had a headache. She was frustrated when she bought me that fake gold ring. When she recalled that, she wondered if she had been too cruel, so she hid in a corridor and called the hospital. “Is Theo there with his mother? Can you please get him to answer this call?” She did not expect a huge commotion over the phone. Immediately after, the nurse yelled, “Ms. Anderson, I can’t really hear you. There’s a huge fire at the hospital. It’s a huge mess now!”

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.

Luciano left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts I stood in the center of the room, my damp hair curling against the collar of my robe, listening to the faint murmur of voices beyond the door as the reality of it settled over me. The safehouse, which only an hour ago had felt like a sanctuary, had become something else entirely. A cage. ------------ The bedroom door didn't just latch; it sealed me into a tomb of velvet and expensive silence. I stood in the center of the room, my damp hair beginning to curl against the collar of my robe, listening to the muffled exchange of voices in the foyer. The safehouse, which only an hour ago felt like a sanctuary, had transformed into a glass c