Uncaged is a 1840's Gold Rush based story on a 20 year old young woman named Sarah Daniels. Uncaged is just book 1 of a whole 4 book series (Struck Gold) that is currently in the works. Growing up i was around a lot of my grandparents elderly friends who happen to be the foundation that built the idea of this story. The character Sarah Daniels will endure hardships, learn valuable lessons, and build relationships all based on the stories told to me by my grandparents friends. Mind you the old wild west theme is just for theatrics, I had to add my own something something in there didn't I? I fell in love with the story while writing it and I hope that to anyone who may read it they would come to love it too.
Thank you to any of those out there who read this and happy reading!
"what makes a story great? Imagination, and where does imagination come from? Our dreams, never stop dreaming sweetheart."
TW list!
(Trigger list for any lovelies out there who may need it)
-Abusive Relationship
-Alcoholism/Drinking
-Blood/Bleeding
-Branding
-D€ath/Dying
-Dom€stic Abus€ (emotional, physical, s€xual, verbal)
-Gun$
-Hostages
-Kidn@pping
-Murd€r
-Pregnancy
-R@cism
-Gr@pe
-Serious Injuries
-S€xism
-Slav€ry
-Snakes and Spiders (ewwy)
-Swearing
-Tortur€
-Weapons
-Stealing/Thievery
-Violence
*as for all the special characters Inbetween all the words, it's a just in case kind of thing so the story isn't flagged or taken down, fingers crossed🤞*
90 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
90 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy.
Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple.
"Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running.
I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves.
Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked.
His footsteps echoed closer.
"Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully.
Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath.
Silence.
Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him.
"Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine.
"How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself.
"Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased.
I raised a brow at him.
"I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies.
"That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin.
I blinked, narrowing my eyes.
"The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged.
And then came the smirk.
"Now, time for my revenge."
I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me.
I wiped my face.
Flour.
He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it.
Mature, much? I thought bitterly.
Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance.
Time to activate drama mode.
"Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me.
This book is everything. You NEED to read this.