Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

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. -

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

Alas, the modern world had no appreciation for talent, only appearances. After they were reborn, Yasmin and Simon got together and went on a learning trip abroad. Under the guise of culturing themselves, they secretly bought up paintings by unknown street artists. Simon would then add to the paintings and claim that they were his works, thereby branding himself as an art genius with a rare, innate talent. Yasmin and Simon conned their way to success abroad but couldn't keep up the appearances for too long. When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals.

Sincerely, your wayward angel who is finally going to get his shit together. There’s only one way I can truly ever be free. That we can be free. I have to find Mercy.

I thіnk іt’ѕ happening аnd when іt dоеѕ, I wіll hаvе nоthіng lеft. Frееdоm оf thought іѕ ѕоmеthіng I dіdn’t believe they could еvеr tаkе frоm me. But hеrе wе are. Thе day has соmе whеn I don’t knоw іf my ѕсrеаmѕ аrе rеаl or juѕt in mу hеаd.

"But I know I'm not losing you." "My whole life is ruined," I said. "My reputation. My family. Everything." "Your old life is ruined," he corrected. "The life you were living before the one where you were invisible, where you were miserable, where you were drowning that life is gone. And that's a good thing." I turned to look at him. "It doesn't feel good." "It will." He took my hand. "You're free now, Clara. You're free to be whoever you want to be. You're free to choose. You're free to live."

I have become my own force: capable, unshakable, untethered. For the first time in my life, I felt free. I’m now free from the pack. Free from Cole. Free from Sasha’s manipulations. And free to build a life that is entirely mine.

She waited until the shuffling ceased, then clapped her hands once, the sharp sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. “Good morning,” Mavel said, her voice warm and clear. “Look around you. Today, you are not defined by the dirt on your boots or the poverty of your hamlet. You are not peasants, laborers, or servants. You are students. You will read, you will write, you will learn. And in learning, you will become the one thing no tyrannical regime can ever take away: free.” Silence descended, heavy and absolute. The children stared at her, their minds struggling to process the pronouncement. Freedom had always been an abstract threat whispered in dark corners, not a promise offered in brig

They all looked expectantly at me as I thought about it. "Fine," I said finally. "Tell everyone that for today, they are free to shift."

Then, I picked up a rag to keep wiping down the counter. That night, Bianca suddenly went live. Her title was unhinged. [If I’m going down, I’m taking everyone with me. I’m going to show you all who taught me how to hurt her.]