Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

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.

Was born rich or poor I was born free In the world People in power Bring back rules Why catching speed A way to be unwept Let my heart decide What's stagnant What's at unrest I do not occupy speed I do not acknowledge the light I am free in the dark world Freedom is my light Do not stop me Nor enable me to flight I am free to choose my speed Likewise Like revised I don't encounter dust Feet are not of worth to you But for me It's freedom To take me Where rules fail, too I am free to acknowledge Choice is within me I don't say I didn't do To achieve is to be true I am not a slave to success On which scale You compare me With the other I am free in the world I don't blow dust On anyone's face

The One"... I never asked for any of this! Why can't everything just go back to normal... I just want my friends back and for them to be OK. I can't make this decision, I'm not GOD!" "This is now your new normal! You have been chosen for a reason. You are "The One," and that will not change!... 25 seconds remaining. You must choose now, or you will lose the two of them!" The monotone voice coming from the red creature within Sammy's head says to her at an attempt to get her to choose. With headlights approaching in the distance, Sammy swiftly regains her collectedness as her body finally stops trembling with fear and says with an unwavering forceful tone.....

Messages from the Alpha of the Southern Pack kept coming in on my phone, asking for my current location. He had once told me. "Monica, you shouldn't just stand behind someone. Your wolf soul doesn't belong to anyone. If you're willing, I hope you'll become my Beta." At the time, I had refused. That was because I only had eyes for Lawson. I thought becoming his mate was my everything. But now… I finally understood. What I had lost was not a male wolf. It was the self I had once abandoned. I made a call and gathered the warriors who had once served under me. I offered an enormous payment for one purpose and one purpose only.

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

The investigation results were jaw-dropping. Beyond tax evasion, there were layers of shady deals and illegal activities. Jay, as the CEO, could not run away and was arrested on the spot. His once-arrogant face was pale and panicked on the evening news. My divorce case became a breeze too. The court granted our divorce. Even the assets were split generously in my favor. The day I received my divorce certificate, the weather was perfect. Clear skies. Bright sun. The air smelled like freedom. Jay tried to contact me from behind bars. He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation.

"It's not just about fighting. You still carry the Prophetess's power within you. That power can help us bring balance, save lives, and restore what has been broken. You may not want this now, but in time, you might come to understand its importance." Elena scoffed bitterly. "I don't want to understand anything. I was happy with my life. I had everything—freedom, success, peace. And now I'm supposed to throw it all away to be a... Prophetess?" She spat the word like it left a sour taste in her mouth.

"That's enough." Luna smirked, pushing him aside with ease. "What's this? Feeling soft all of a sudden? Don't forget. You were the one who said we should deal with this wretch today. If you're gonna use my hands, then sit back and let me finish the job!" With a swift kick, she knocked me over and began ripping off my clothes without a care. I didn't resist. My body had lost its fight the moment I found out Clint had died. I stared blankly at the locked cage in front of me and felt absolutely nothing.