As A Man Thinketh Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You have given yourself that pain. Like I said, I'm the truth seeker. My job is to prepare you enough to face the separation of the body and soul and spirit. But the limitation is based on what you tell yourself. Like you believed so much that your own brother will stab you at the back with a hot blade for abandoning him, that's why you can feel the pain. You also believed so much that he tied you to this pole so hard that no matter how strong you are, you can not get out that is why you are there. You have believed so much in lies that it has tied you down and injured you for years.” He said. “So, how do I get out now?” I asked. “You have finally faced the truth and told the truth the trut

“But what if I lose? What if even all these things I have done, Von will still look away and refuse to love me?” I shook my head to erase the negative thoughts. I don't need them at this point. I'm just starting my plan. “No, Jill. Don’t think about that now. Just focus. Do what you came here for. Remember, hard work pays off. Hard work pays off, okay? You can have him in the end. He will come to you in the end, okay?” I convince myself. Suddenly, the door opened and the man in my head came in who is looking at me with bewilderment. I smiled but it was only for a moment because when I saw in his back who he came with, I had the sudden urge to rip off the devil man’s face.

“They’ve been cleared.” He stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language. “That’s… impossible.” I slid a copy of the transaction records across the table. His hands trembled as he picked it up. “You’re free,” I said softly. The man broke. Not loudly. Not dramatically. His shoulders just sagged, the weight of years collapsing into a single breath. “Why would you do this?” he whispered. “Because I’m not like Chen,” I replied. “I don’t want your fear. I want your conscience.”

Kael looked at his hands. “I remember.” Auren stepped closer. “What do you remember?” Kael looked at him. “Everything.” Auren smiled. “Good.” Kael knelt. “But there is something I don't understand.” “What?” Kael looked toward the empty horizon. “Why did the First Kael fear freedom so much?” The voice inside his Heart answered. “Because freedom creates something even the Creator cannot control.” Kael's eyes narrowed. “What?” The voice whispered: “Consequences.” Kael's expression changed.

he told me, his tone soft as he took a step back, giving me some space to practice. I nodded and looked into Megan’s worried eyes. I thought about her mind and all that could be stowed inside. Her thoughts are my thoughts, I kept reminding myself. Her thoughts are all mine… I had the same thoughts. I was her thoughts. We were connected. She swallowed the lump in her throat and I imagined that she was nervous about something; I couldn’t blame her. I was trying to tap into her mind, I was nervous too. “You need to free yourself of your own thoughts,” King Bennet warned, sensing that I was thinking too much. “Remember, her thoughts are your thoughts. Imagine that your minds are connected.”

He cried, "Harper, what will it take for you to forgive me? Haven't I been punished enough? I've lost everything. Why won't you come back to me?" His pathetic display was laughable. As I recalled everything he did to me, I felt no guilt, only relief. "No, it's not enough. A hypocrite like you belongs in jail where you can't hurt anyone else," I replied, letting out my resentment. Caleb froze, his head down and hands falling limply. Just as I thought he was finally giving up, he slammed me against the wall, his face twisted with madness. "No! No! You're mine—everything about you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" Caleb screamed, his hands crushing my throat.

Felix sighed, trying to reason with me, defending her. "Kathy, stop being so stubborn. If you're struggling, then let go of that useless pride." After a pause, he added, "If you don't like those jobs, then just come back and serve me. I'll pay you generously." I drew in a deep breath, forcing down my irritation. I truly couldn't understand why they all assumed I was miserable. In their eyes, I was someone undeserving of a good life.

The man looked relieved when Frederick walked away. ‘Idiot’ he thought. ‘I may have my limbs severed but I won’t die as long as I take Master’s pill. I will be a cripple but at least I would be alive. I would find a way to describe you fools to the Master so he rewards me, and then I’d get to live a wealthy life whilst you try to escape from the Master’s strong grip. You’re only a mortal realmer so you’d go first.’

With that thought, I only now discover that my heart had been beating since I first heard his voice. Right now, it’s beating faster, louder. “I saw beyond those words,” the man says while coming closer. Instinctively, I move backward. “I saw the message in your painting. Freedom. Relief. Triumph. I can tell the evolution of your thoughts through your brush strokes; the gently slide of ink along your art’s borders, as well as your brief pauses. You wished for someone to find the key to your cages. You wanted them to unlock it and break the chains around your wrists and ankles. However, you later switched. Your strokes got thicker, faster, more hectic. You ditched your previous purpose and wen

"That is how I was able to live." As if bewitched, In-young asked back. "What on earth is that new joy and logic you claim to have seen?" Over the feral servant's firmly shut lips, a radiant yet chilling male smile spread. "Freedom." The man's short, intense answer fell. "Liberation from the bound past, liberation from the duties and rules that shackle people, perfect liberation from the hypocritical gazes of the people of this world." "When I erased and emptied all the dignity and past within me..."