Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

I need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

Truthfully, I didn’t want conversation. Didn’t want Lucas. Didn’t want Richard Hale’s quiet disappointment floating around the dining room like expensive air freshener. Mostly, I just needed silence. I had less than a week before my next parole update with Ramos. Less than a week to become useful. The thought alone made my chest tight. I scrolled through another job listing and immediately regretted being literate. Nighttime industrial waste cleaner. What the fuck even was industrial waste? I kept scrolling. Slaughterhouse assistant. Absolutely not.

How to act. By morning, I was exhausted. But ready. Ready to become what I'd sworn I'd never be. Don Moretti. At least for six months. Then freedom. Real freedom. I had to believe that. Had to hold onto it. Because if I didn't. The darkness would swallow me whole. And I'd become my father. Forever.

"How are you going to spend that much time? Are you kidding?" "Ah," Ida exhaled, suddenly in need of a reason, prompting her to fizzle forth the worst thought that had recently entered her thoughts. "There's this mind-cleansing tour called Love-Free, and I have signed up, paid for it, and I can't back out," she explained, having to make up that lie at the end. "Love-Free?" Maki inquired. "That sounds completely made up."

“You wanna know what we call it?” I didn’t respond. More like I couldn’t. What they injected to me didn’t just calm me down. It wouldn’t even make me move. I could barely open my mouth nor speak. It shut Jia down. ”We call it The Freedom. You know why?” He walked in front of me. I watched as his eyes sparkled. Thinking of the things that are in their plans to be made. ”It will allow us to be free from the injustices of this kingdom. To be free to do what we want without having to follow or bow down to anyone. We are going to be much stronger, quicker and powerful than that puny boy king of Vamos.”

What was funny about what just happened? “You see, I can do regular hypnosis, but with you… I didn't have to force any thoughts inside your head because they were already there.”

On the day she posted her photos, she was forced to issue a public apology and delete everything. Not only that, all her major endorsement deals and collaborations disappeared. Everything Chandler had once given her was now taken back. What awaited her was a massive breach of contract fee and other legal consequences. Her company had dropped her, and they decided to bury her career. From now on, the entertainment industry would no longer have a place for her. After hearing all this, I felt no emotion. "I see. From now on, stop mentioning Chandler other than to tell me he died." Duncan paused for a moment. "Okay. So what are you going to do now?"

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

Of finally getting past everyone standing in front of me scrutinizing everything that I do. *TICK* Four… Free of all the judgmental stairs and whispers, and from being the perfect princess with a certain image to uphold. *TICK* Three… Free from being wanted simply because of my title, to be responsible and trusted without all the never-ending questions. *TICK* Two… Free of all the protection measures and attempts to keep me locked away for my own safety. *TICK* One… Free to get dirty, and chase fireflies. *TICK* Zero… Free to be me.

--- Elena looked ahead. Not searching for certainty. --- Not needing it. --- Because certainty was never the goal. --- Choice was. --- And as they stepped forward together— As the new world opened without limits— As the past released its hold and the future remained unwritten— One final truth remained: --- Freedom is not the absence of control… --- It is the presence of choice.