Novel & Cerita Becoming Free Indeed

If you truly want her, have her sign a formal agreement naming you as her sole financial sponsor. I knew arguing with him was pointless, so I ended the call. I'd already died once. I wasn't wasting another life on people and matters that meant nothing. I focused on work, and a few days later I secured the project that would earn me a promotion. I was packing at home, preparing to move into company housing so I could work longer hours, when someone suddenly started pounding on the door. "Helena Abernathy! Bang, bang, bang! Open this door right now!"

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.

"You dragged me up here in February as collateral and it took you five months and a war to learn how to open your hand. I watched you learn it. It nearly killed you both times. And now you're standing at your own glass in your own kingdom trying to give away the one thing you actually want in the entire world because some broken part of you still, still, thinks you don't get to keep good things." "Zariah-" My voice, raw at the edges. "You said there's nothing holding me here." She took another step. "You're right. No debt, no gun, no cage. Naomi gave me the card on the tarmac and told me I was the freest woman in Georgia and she wasn't wrong." Another step. She was close now, close enough th

] [Yvette, you deserve better. [He is not worthy of you.] [Go. Go as far as you can. Don’t look back.] I had waited for three years. I never expected anyone to understand me. But that night, under the stars, I finally met people who understood all the grievances I had carried for three years. I thanked them one at a time. [Thank you.] [Also, I’m already divorced.] I casually posted the divorce judgment. The post quickly went viral and was pushed to the top of trending topics.

Over the past three years, he had spent many nights like this, staring at the screen, waiting for a response and waiting for her to come home. Every time the screen lit up, he felt a reflexive surge of hope. Every time it wasn't her, he would silently swallow the disappointment. But now, looking at the unchanging chat window, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He felt like an addict who'd survived the painful withdrawal pangs and was finally free from the clutches of his addiction, able to see and think clearly now. He pressed down on the screen, and a menu popped up. Without any hesitation, he unpinned the chat.

Ultimately, I just placed the birthday crown on her head and replied softly, "It's okay. Mommy will always be with you." She nodded obediently and didn't press any further. Just at that moment, I saw that Erina had uploaded a photo on her Instagram. The caption read, "It's a beautiful night tonight. And someone's making me even happier than the moonlight."

I asked. “For everyone.” My pulse quickened. “You think I will become unstable.” “No,” Death said. “I think you will become free.” “That does not sound dangerous.” “It is.” Silence fell heavy. Freedom without direction. Freedom without structure. Freedom without voice. A strange pressure began forming inside my chest. Not from outside. From within. “What is happening?” I whispered. “You are adjusting,” Death said. “To what?” “To being yourself.” The simplicity of the answer unsettled me more than complexity would have.

I replied uncertainly. “In short, you’re free. You can pack your things and live however you please.” What? Was I still dreaming, or were these third-stage hallucinations? “What?” I asked again. “You’re. Free,” the Alpha repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable. So I hadn’t imagined it? A smile spread across my face. A sudden surge of happiness flooded my entire body. “Does that mean I can stand up right now and walk out? And you won’t monitor my every move anymore?”

On the plane, I saw a family of three chatting happily about their vacation plans. Once, that was the kind of life I used to envy. But now, whether it was love or hate toward Marcus, it had all faded into nothing. I arrived at a new pack and completed my new identity papers. In that moment, both my body and mind felt lighter than they ever had before. Breathing in air that finally felt free, I stepped into a brand new world with quiet anticipation. -