Caged Hearts 소설 & 이야기

“I know you can feel it too…..but…you keep pushing me away, I didn’t mean to hurt nobody, I just wanted a feel of your heart” Mateo couldn’t help but feel his body language betray him, he tried to resist but he couldn’t, looking straight into her eyes he remained still, her hands on his chest, he felt enslaved to her touch. “How could I tell her how I feel?” the words were burning in his throat but he couldn’t let it out so “how could I say it with words?” Her body was calling to his but his mind couldn’t take the call. He wanted her more than she did for him, the thought of Betty engulfed his mind. He thought he’d overcome it with his mafia traits but the feelings were growing every passing

"I leave your life for good, but your family was like a bone stuck in my throat, refusing to budge," Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "I regret crossing paths with you. I curse the day I met you. Fuck the feelings I had for you. To hell with the tears I shed because of you…" She licked her lower lip, her gaze never wavering from his. Taking a step closer, she raised her chin, locking eyes with him. "Guess what? The tears, sadness, and despair that rotted my heart while I lived as your wife in that cage you called a house have come together to heal me,"

Light flickers—harsh, white, violent. Bars slam into place above me. A cage. My cage. My body, writhing on the ground in the real world, is the cage. And I am trapped inside it. “No—no, gods, no—” I slam against the bars, claws scraping metal. “Let me out! LET ME—” “Cain…” Lyra’s voice drifts through the cracks. Soft. Pained. Too close. I freeze. Her scent floods the cage. Her warmth.

another apologizes and they ledve. Holy shit.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

It is an odd sensation, feeling like less than nothing, my heart still beating somewhere, yearning to be back where I was, back with the one most precious to me. Roaring in anger, I grasp for the shadows as I try to reshape them, to use what I felt to try to create a way back to her. Carnelia and our newly laid egg are in danger. How can I protect them if I don't have arms to fight? The darkness vanishes, and the cave-like room within the compound of the Magi is replaced by the cold, wet hold of the prison ship where my body is still chained and caged, slumped in the corner like inconvenient flesh.

These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. Twisted Marriage.

He had me completely fooled as Lana, but he will never win in the same game as Lana. Just past the statues stood tall iron cages woven with gold thread, spaced like art installations, beautiful and fairytale-like. Inside, birds of every color and shape moved restlessly. One had feathers like molten fire, another like freshly bloomed violets. Their cages were polished, their perches refined. It was clear someone had tried to make their prison seem elegant. When it was all traps. Their songs were quieter than the ones flying above, lonelier. Aaron didn’t speak. Neither did I. At least, not to each other. Not when Alpha Cain and Jade took all his time discussing pack issues.

He spoke quickly, in fervor: “Vaseline. Vessel. Vassel. All are one and the same. Quick, love- I'm simmering! Heal me. I won't burn you at the stake like poor Joan. I don't have Michael's practicality. But you will burn, girl, with me.” “God save us.” “Would you give me your heart? I collect organs.” He rested his head on my breast, drinking in its beat. “Just like a caged bird,” he sang. “I'd hang it in my window and sing to it. I could break open your ribs and set it free. Then there'd be no division between us.” “Never. That's madness.”

In this cage she could barely stand up, she couldn’t fully stretch out, she could only really only sit with the blanket wrapped around her small shoulders. It was very cold in the facility. Very cold and dark that always reeked of disinfectants. The room she was in was very large with nearly four hundred cages inside. Each cage had a child varying in age from four years to ten. The cages were stacked four high in ten rows of forty. Some of the kids cried in fear or pain. Others screamed in agony or rage. Most were deathly silent, though. A few from actually being dead, stress and failed experimentation doing them in, bodies now waiting to be taken. The rest were quiet because they knew no am