Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

All I had to do was not get attached, nine months and I was going to be walking out of here, free as a bird. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,am: authormiragreen

"Thank you so much, Vidyut. You know? Your encouragement means everything.” Vidyut's expression turned soft as he smiled gently at her. "Veda, remember that 'Breaking Free' isn't just a theme; it's a state of mind. Don't let anyone hold you back. Not now, not ever.” Veda's eyes locked onto his. "I won't, Vidyut. I promise." As Vidyut left, Veda felt a surge of determination rising within her. She would break free. From her own insecurities. From her own doubts. And create something beautiful. ━━━━━━━━━━

She stepped into the room minutes later, eyes lowered, hands folded neatly in front of her apron like she still expected punishment for breathing too loud. “Come in,” I said. “Sit.” Her brows twitched, confused, but she obeyed. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked. “No, sir.” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “You don’t belong to me,” I said. She looked up sharply. “Sir?” “I’m setting you free.” She blinked. “You…what?” “I’ve transferred a large sum into an account under your name. It’s yours—no strings. If you want to disappear, start over, I won’t stop you.”

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

"Together. We—we all get extracted. We all become free. We all—all stop being cage and start being family. Real family. Without—without burden." "Together," they agreed. And one by one, Sarah freed us. One by one, we stopped being prison. One by one, we became just—just ourselves again. Free. Finally, impossibly, completely free.

The wind is cold, but his warmth seeps through my clothes, grounding me. "No more contracts, Gabriel." "No more contracts." "No more obligations." "Just choice." I close my eyes. I breathe in the salt air, filling my lungs until they ache. For the first time in my life, I'm free. No father's ghost whispering about debts. No syndicate's shadow looming over my bank account. No law's grip on my future. Just the man I love. The land I chose. The future we'll build. The Absolute has arrived. Not through wealth. Not through power. Through truth. Through choice. Through love. And it's finally, perfectly, ours.

The way he looked at Charlie was full of disappointment, as if he were the one being abandoned. Megan's eyes were full of tears. She broke free from Jamie and grabbed my hands. "Ida, I really love Charlie! Please set him free and let us be together, okay? I swear I'll treat Nigel well. I'll never have children of my own! I'll treat Nigel like my own son!" I stood there like some unforgivable villainess. But… I wanted the divorce, too! I did not want to dig into what had happened during that one short month as I straightened up and looked at Charlie. "Charlie, if you won't finalize the divorce with me, I'll file it on my own."

Freeda liked that too. No room had to witness this. No donor had to approve it. No one had to call it stable, symbolic, or healing. It was just breakfast in a home where she had woken without dread sitting on her chest. Every bite of toast and sip of coffee tasted of small freedom. The unremarkable normalcy of it held more weight than any ceremony or dress could ever convey. Scott checked his phone once, frowned, and set it face down. Freeda saw it anyway. “Work.”

So I try to see if I can move any other body part, anything at all. Toes, nope. legs, nope. arms, still nope. Damn it! I'm going to be a fucking vegetable for the rest of my life! That's just fan-diddly-fuckin-tastic. Fingers, nop- wait. Holy shit! I lifted my right index finger! Finally progress! "MILLIE GET IN HERE!" Alpha yells.