Romans & histoires Caged Hearts

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

heartbroken. Alpha Xavier appeared in front of me the next second and grabbed my neck. He pulled me up by the neck, his grip was so tight that I found it hard to breathe and I started struggling. "Don't push me too far, Reah. I'm not so kind," He warned before throwing me to the ground. "Killing you doesn't take more than a thought from me, Reah. You better know your place," His words rang in my ears, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. My tears fell like a waterfall, my heart shattered and my cough was the only sound that could be heard in the cold room.

what will you find but skeletons within All Hearts !!

"What's the Cage?" "Supernatural prison. Official name's something else but everyone calls it the Cage. It's in North London, underground. Run by vampires." The older wolf's voice is matter-of-fact, like he's discussing the weather. "I've been there. Did eight months three years ago. Nearly killed me." "What's it like?" "Hell. Actual hell." The older wolf sits across from me. "The cells are lined with silver. Bars, walls, floors. Everywhere you touch burns. You can't shift. Can't access your full strength. You're just stuck there in constant pain."

The cage was metal, small, and cramped. Cedric could barely stand up straight inside it. The bars were cold against his back as he sat on the concrete floor, knees drawn to his chest. He could hear Gianni shouting in the distance, voice raw and furious, echoing through the compound. Somewhere else, Lily was crying, soft, broken sounds that tore at Cedric’s heart like claws. He pressed his forehead against the bars and closed his eyes, trying to block it out. Hours passed. Days? He couldn’t tell anymore. The lights never turned off. The air smelled like rust and fear and his own sweat.

he said carefully, his voice dropping, “I actu⁠ally ne‌e​d to​ t‌alk to y‌ou. Abou‌t something i‍mportant. I really nee‍d to ge​t t​his off‍ my‍ chest‍.” He thou⁠ght abou‌t his lif⁠e—the relationship he f​elt trap‌ped in,​ the baby everyone assumed he wa​s ex‍cited abo​ut, t⁠he future being p‍lanned‍ without ever asking if he w‍as happy. He wa​s‍n’t married. He wasn’t free. And he wasn’t at peace‌. ‍She ste‌ppe‌d back⁠. “No. I don’t care.”‍

Not like a cage. Like a battlefield.

~Angie The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Angie’s new Washington D.C. apartment, but she wasn't ready to get up. The city felt cold and lonely, but her body felt the exact opposite. At twenty-four, her masters program took up all her time, leaving her with zero friends in the city and an even emptier bed. She had no love life. Angie rolled over, feeling a heavy, pulsing ache between her thighs that she couldn't ignore. Her lace underwear felt too tight, rubbing against her sensitive skin with every move. She was so needy, her pussy was practically screaming for attention.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

She took the white pill from his palm and put it in her mouth. Without taking water, she chewed the pill and swallowed it dry. she tested the bitter taste on her tongue, and her throat burned, but it was not as painful as her heart. At first, they got married for the sake of having a child and had been respectful to each other ever since. However, after she had a miscarriage, Sheng Tiaroun began to hate her. They had been married for four years, and he had been torturing her for four years as well. Sheng Tiaroun stared at her as she finished taking her medicine, his gaze lingering on her lower abdomen for two seconds. The darkness in his eyes deepened, "Tonight, we're going to the Jin family