Cage Stories

She has to take the other bus

freedom can buy happiness and comfort that money cannot buy a bird in the cages is a most likely example

My mind is a battle field, My thoughts are its bullets.... The melancholies of a lost soul... Is all I sing..

--- Description He never asked for her attention. He took it. She never saw him coming. But he had always been there. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. What started as a feeling... turned into a presence she couldn't escape. And what felt like fear... slowly became something far more dangerous. Because some obsessions don't fade- they consume. And some cages... don't have locks. They have him. ---

A total nobody recalls his experience looking after Nic Cages house for a few hours and the trouble he encountered with his bathroom. Specifically his toilet. 🫢

Dameon woke up in the cage, he was surrounded by girls. There were no boys, and the 7 year old was DEFINITELY the youngest. All the orh

Short Stories. Some of its about my characters, some of it's just stuff I don't want to write a whole book for. Sometimes it's even spoilers for my other series because I know people don't read this book :D It's cool I'm cool I promise so check it out.

ladkiyo ki awaaz jo koe sunna nahi chahta

The city was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the neon signs that flickered like taunting demons on the pavement. Victoria's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit office, the smell of smoke and greed clinging to the air. She had heard stories about the man who sat behind the desk, a man known only as 'The Boss.' He was a man who collects debts, a man who dealt in favors and kept score. And Victoria had come to make a deal with the devil himself. Her father lay dying in the hospital, the cancer eating away at his insides like a ravenous beast. The treatments were expensive, the bills piling up like a mountain range between her and any hope of saving him. Victoria had no choice but to turn to The Boss, the only man who could provide her with the money she needed. But his help came at a steep price.

stuff that I feel sometimes... most times. inspired by memories, the weather... inspired by all the times I feel trapped.

A short story

Amaya Lee had it all: a loving and supportive husband, wealthy and devoted parents, and as their only child, she had always been showered with affection. As a successful lawyer and the owner of her father's prestigious law firm, she held a reputation that was untouchable in high society. But everything changes when Kieran Zaharov steps into her life. Ruthless and vengeful, Kieran, the head of one of the most powerful and dangerous family in the world, is determined to destroy her. With influence that spans continents, he could shatter her life with a mere word. As he sets his twisted games in motion, Amaya faces a terrifying question: can she outwit his dark plans, or will she be consumed by the very shadows he commands?

One shipwreck. One DarkLord. One girl who can save everyone. When Summer Night's cruise ship gets marooned on a distant island, everyone takes groups, leaving Summer all by herself.. But after being captured by a DarkLord, who rules over the island, it is her job to save everyone. But after she makes a deadly mistake, will she able to save them after all?

This story relates to my life. I compared my life with the story.

~~~~ "You know..." the voice murmured, laced with ice and heat, slow like velvet over a knife's edge. "I don't like it when my bird flies out of his cage." A pause. The smoke exhaled, curling through the silence like a serpent around Taehyung's neck. "Especially without asking the hand that feeds him." Taehyung's hands gripped tighter at his shirt, shoulders trembling, lip bleeding anew from another unconscious bite. He still didn't raise his head - couldn't. The weight of that voice was heavier than any chain. --- "Who's your master?" The question came again, quieter, deadlier, pressing directly into the space where dignity trembled. Taehyung swallowed, throat still raw from earlier, "You-you are my master." A pause - and then, a sharper shift. Fingers gripped his chin, not gently - forcing his face up, dragging his gaze out of the safety of the floor. "Who's your owner?" The final question landed like the last lock on a cage door. Taehyung blinked, lips parting, voice breaking in its surrender: "You... you, Jeon Jungkook... my owner." ~~~~ This is not a love story. Not the kind you're used to. This is about control. About what it means to belong to someone so completely, even your breath needs permission. So read closely. Every glance, every whispered "yes, sir," every tremble - it's mine. Just like he is. Welcome to my imagination: "OWNED BY DEVIL" _By ur_sera. ~~~~ . . . Top: kook Bottom: tae

Poems which have been inspired by what I have seen around me and have felt inside myself-life has various stages-some joyful some sad-much of the sadness is inevitable and some of it's inflicted upon us by others-these poems are about those inevitable stages of life...hope they help/inspire you to understand what's around us better, or just make you think about someone/something....enjoy my thoughts =)

All of the songs used in my story The Cheerleader And The Cage Fighter.... Are Dance Partners? Plus, a page for every character so you can see what they look like....

There isn't many Rusty fanfics so why not?

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