Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

Her freedom- freedom from the deficiencies, freedom from responsibilities, freedom from worries, freedom from guilt, freedom from deadlines and freedom from pretends. "I feel like I am being myself for the first time." she told Ben "I am free that my father and brother had enough to fill in their hunger for food and have all the luxuries for ages, my love Edwin and Stella would finally have their happily ever after so I have no responsibilities", she pulled Ben's cheeks "my friend Ben who means so much to me and since last few days he's been my support system is finally proposing tothe love of his life and would have a happy ever after too, Aaron my friend, my rock in Hollywood for past two

A noise of panic and fright tore from my lips as I turned to run towards the next riddle, Creed behind me—breathless, bewildered, yet so fucking near. I swallowed, taking a step forward before I could think twice. "It's being able to breathe without feeling you owe someone every breath. It's being yourself without… fear, freedom is like a water fall, and you won't ever experience it if you don't get rid of the things that hold you back." I say trying to fill in the silence The moment suspended—something genuine and stripped bare between us. I tried my best to not look in his direction, but I couldn't fight it I turned

The Shape of Freedom AURORA Freedom does not arrive with noise. It does not announce itself with triumph or vengeance or applause. Freedom arrives quietly, almost shyly, when you are no longer looking for it—when you stop measuring yourself by what you escaped and begin recognizing what you’ve become. It was a year after the fire when I finally understood that. I was standing in my office long after everyone had gone home, the city stretched beneath me like a constellation of intention. The lights no longer felt overwhelming. They felt… companionable. As if the city had finally decided to walk beside me rather than over me.

“This isn’t a mistake. It isn’t impulse. It’s awakening. I’m done being your doll. I’m done being your prisoner. I’m done being nothing.” Bill stood there, frozen, as the weight of my words crashed into him. For the first time, he realized I was not going to back down. I was free. And nothing—not him, not the Church, not the mafia, not the whole world—was going to chain me again.

Where he didn’t have to be anyone else. One night, lying beside her in their New York apartment, the sound of the city drifting in through the window, Jason whispered, “It still feels strange. Doing something good just because it’s good. Without my father’s voice in my head. Without trying to outmaneuver someone. Just… choosing peace.” Bella touched his cheek, gentle and sure. “That’s what freedom is, Jason. Not just being away from him but being free to become yourself. To build something real.”

"We're having a baby....Not me idiot! My sister....It would be great if we have one but let's get married like them first." And then, my husband. And the little life growing inside me. I touched my stomach. We had survived so much just to reach this table. There were moments when I genuinely believed none of us would make it here. There were nights when I wondered whether God had forgotten me. There were days when I thought the only way to become free was to disappear. But I was wrong. Freedom wasn't death. Freedom was waking up. Freedom was choosing truth. Freedom was forgiving yourself for the things you never had the power to change. Freedom was rewriting history. And freedom was finally

Suddenly, a group of police officers walked in and moved to handcuff Sylvia, but Jason still shielded her. "Wait! You can't arrest her! She's pregnant! Clara, withdraw the case right now. Do you still want to be my wife or not?" I smiled as I took out two copies of certificates from my bag and threw them onto the floor. "I'm not your wife anymore. We're divorced!" Jason was stunned. "You did it for real?! Fine, even if we're divorced, you can't let my child be born in prison for the sake of all our years together, can you?"

He'd laughed and asked, "What's there to be jealous about? The fact that I live in a basement or that I haven't achieved anything in life?" Seth hadn't answered. Later, Ethan had never again brought up wanting to introduce Maisie to Seth. Before leaving, Seth had stuffed a bank card into Maisie's hand. There'd been 100 thousand dollars inside. She and Ethan survived for just over one year with that money. Finally, the fourth game Ethan and his friends had developed won the interest of angel investors. The first round of investment brought in over ten million dollars, and the game had been a huge hit. It was also thanks to this game that Ethan's company had gone public, turning him into the b

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

"Don't try to outsmart him, I will say it again; he is a good kid but he has different needs from you. I am not trying to keep you from loving, I just want you to experience wholesome love. He is used to ladies giving up their love easily, and when you get something for free over time you do not find worth in it anymore." "I get it, my love is worthless to him."