The Caged Bird Wow Novels & Stories

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.

And the Raven crashed upon the window pane and shattered it into pieces while it also wiggled its body before dying. "Bella, what happened?" Bernard's voice rang outside the door. Bella opened the door for her father to enter while she was still in shock, thinking why something like this was happening in the early morning. "Dad, that bird," Isabella pointed behind her. "When did this happen?" Bernard asked, moving toward the bird but carefully, not to put feet on the broken pieces of glass. "Just now, it soared toward me like an arrow. I was shocked. I didn't think it will do something like this," Isabella said with a huffing voice as her heart still drummed loudly, the impact was pretty fas

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.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

"Honestly, I did not care about what you told me, but Pierce insisted I tell everyone, he wanted to ruin you, he fucking hates you, so consider this my warning to you, we used to be friends after all." The world I have created is a bubble of illusions that can be shattered with the slightest touch. What is crueler than a cage so small that a bird is unable to fly? It is a cage so large that a bird starts to believe it can fly. It does not feel trapped and is caught up in the illusion of freedom. Soaring victoriously to the sky, only to have my wings melt and be dragged back into the same very hell. And it hurt more than any physical pain. Something inside of me just broke, that's the only wa

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.

“This isn’t a prison. You can't keep me against my will.” “No,” he agreed, his voice hauntingly calm. For a split second, I felt a wave of relief, but it vanished the moment he finished his sentence. “It’s worse.” He turned and walked toward the massive front doors, leaving me standing in the cold light, surrounded by his silent army. I looked back at the gates, now far in the distance, and realized the truth. The cage was beautiful, and the bars were made of silk and stone, but it was a cage nonetheless.