Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

With Nate by my side, I knew that we would face the challenges ahead, hand in hand. In that passionate exchange, I understood that being free wasn't about escaping responsibilities, but about finding the courage to redefine them on my terms. With Nate, I would embark on a journey of self-discovery and love, embracing the complexities of being a Luna while forging my path to freedom. Together, we would create a world where love and liberation intertwined, and where I could be both the Luna and the free spirit that resided within me.

Bash propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, "Then can buy an expensive item and resell them for cash. Tracking isn't easy. I will try not to restrict anything for now. Can you keep an eye on Demir?" "I will," I assured him. "But this work is killing me. Is there any such thing called a free profession? Like something where you get the freedom to do everything?" Bash smiled at me as though I was a kid who told him that she couldn't see the 'round Earth.' "Sometimes, freedom is a mindset, Hana." He pulled me by my waist. I rested my hands on his shoulder, "But end of the day, we are all working under someone who is working under someone else and the ladder goes up. Are you free? Yo

How can they really believe all this crap? "This is crazy," I say again to convince them not to listen, and Ms. Cummings has the audacity to sigh at me like I am the crazy one. "Signing these papers saves you. Believe it or don't believe it. You should sign and find out if I am lying. You won't lose anything if I am lying," she says and my mouth snaps shut. She is right. What do I have to lose? The only thing waiting for me is a lonely death back at the hospital. If this is real... and that is a hard if, I will be liberated from my loneliness. I will be saved and given a new life.

- I'll give you thirty minutes; after that, I'll come get you. I think it’s getting harder to be free day by day. It’s really suffocating. I step into the shower and undress. I run the bathwater. I gently sink into it; what a delight! I close my eyes and think about my freedom. Tomorrow, I'm going to taste freedom again! Being able to go out at any moment without asking for permission, strolling everywhere without fearing repercussions, saying what we think too. Hmm, that would be paradise on earth!

It wasn’t just the company, or the assets. It was the knowledge that she had control, and that no one could use her, manipulate her, or tear her down anymore. “You’ve secured everything for us,” she said, her voice almost a whisper, as if she couldn’t quite believe it. “I have,” I replied. “And now, no matter what happens, we’re free. Free to build whatever future we want. Together.” Her eyes shimmered, and she rested her forehead against mine. “I never imagined you would do this, Jace. I never imagined I’d have the chance to really… be free.”

"You’ve spent your whole life forcing yourself to become exactly what everyone else needed you to be. Maybe now, you finally get to become whoever you choose." The words sank deep into her chest, loosening a knot she hadn’t realized she was holding. Aria felt a profound shift occur within her core. It wasn't a dramatic, explosive burst of magic, but a quiet, beautiful dawning of reality. For the first time since she could remember, the concept of becoming did not feel like an agonizing obligation. It felt like freedom. And freedom, she realized, was terrifying. But it was also beautiful. The future remained entirely unwritten, and somehow, that felt absolutely perfect.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

In fact, it felt more like a freebie that came with purchasing the necklace. I threw the ring into the trash, just like how I threw my years of love and sincerity for Archer away. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Archer."

Happiness is indeed free. Never in my 24 years have I felt this much freedom, and to be honest when i first dreamed about moving here, I imagined I would be living my life from club to club, going to the bar every now and then and having multiple boyfriends. That was the childish mentality I had about living in a new city, I thought I would completely break free from the leash my parents had on my but somewhere between college and my first job I realised that the so-called leash my parent had on me was for a good cause and was there to guide me. What I thought was a hold back had turned out to be a protection, a quiet shaping into the woman I am becoming.