The Cuckoo's Calling Novels & Stories

The wedding was done. The dress was shown, the kiss was shared, and the vows were spoken. The guests cheered, oblivious to the silent cries of the bride. The beautiful ceremony masked the impending doom that she felt deep within her heart. The bird was once again caged by a master who wanted to show his prized possession to the underworld of the modern era. He paraded her around, flaunting her beauty and grace to the other greedy men who desperately wanted to hunt down that precious lady. She was a trophy in his eyes, a symbol of his power and status.

" I scoffed. We got lost in our own world once again, just conversating in our current position. We didn't even realize the sound of the doorbell resonating in the entire house, nor did we realize the sound of the door opening accompanied with someone’s footsteps. We were still talking with each other, oblivious to the unexpected visitor that caught us in our current position. "Hey, Cupid. I kept on calling and calling, but you haven't been answering your phone. The higher-ups have been calling me to—"