Born Free The Book Novels & Stories

“Alpha Trinity Hello, Dear Mother I know you don’t what to admit it since it has been 25 years since you left me at the hospital in West Point, New York to be raised in the raised by other people. I want to know why you would give away one of your children and then decide to keep another is it because you were a whore and was ashamed that you got pregnant by someone other than your mate and you thought if you would have child when you meet him that he would reject you, I have to say my little sister is quite a site and she will stay that way and nothing will happen to her if you agree to meet me and tell me why did it. You have 48 hours to responded or you will never see your precious Aspyn

He had told me the only way to be free, and I didn't know if I could do that thing, because it wasn't as easy as I thought. I needed to kill a hundred people to be free, and I lost hope that I could. It was hopeless; I knew I couldn't even kill an animal, but how much more human? Cain told me to try. My decision was needed, I needed, and whether I was willing to sacrifice a hundred lives or not, everything would change the direction of my life, especially since the curse might become active and would control me at anytime.

Not one text. And I never looked back.

She grabbed my hand, stubbornly refusing to let me go. "Why is your hand so hot—?" Before she could finish, I jerked my hand away, desperate to maintain some dignity. But I pulled too hard, and the documents in my grip flew from my hand, scattering across the floor. As Paisley scrambled to pick them up, her eyes went wide. "These are international business documents… What exactly is going on here?" The hurt in her gaze sparked an unexpected thrill within me. Without thinking, a harsh remark left my lips. "As you can see, I've been assigned abroad. Paisley, let's break up. You're free now. No one will stand between you and Justin again!"

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Meanwhile, the neighbors whispered among themselves, casting looks of disgust at the two of them. Damian knocked on the door, begging me to let him in, but I ignored him. It was not until he heard the loud bang of my bedroom door slamming shut that he clenched his jaw and punched the door in frustration before storming off. Afterward, I calmly turned on the bedside lamp and flipped through a magazine. The reason I dared to cause such a scene was because I had been reborn. In my past life, our home caught fire when Damian left to be with Waverly. I was trapped inside, locked in, and burned alive. Since I had a second chance, I would not let them walk all over me again.

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

The lights pressed closer. Vera held them for a long moment and let herself be gentle because here, no one could see it and mistake it for weakness. The apocalypse on Earth had made her cold because being kind got people killed. Trust did the same. She had watched good people die first, generous people get robbed, forgiving people get betrayed, and hopeful people get eaten because they believed someone would come back for them. The same thing happened in the book. The original Vera had been too loving, too forgiving, too desperate to be chosen. At the end, her children died, she died too, and the fathers did not get a happy ending either. Nobody won. Everyone just paid for being stupid too l

I reached out calmly, pulled my photocopied ID from the folder marked with Bianca’s name, and slipped it into my own bag. “It’s fine. You don’t have to pay me back.” With that, I turned and walked away. That night, I returned to the apartment and dragged out an empty suitcase. One by one, I packed the professional books on the table and my personal belongings inside. When I finished, I sat on the edge of the bed and instinctively lit up my phone, only to see Bianca’s latest social media post. [Finally, someone handed me a chance to start over when I was at my lowest.]

The unborn child already had a name. Then the first Blood Feather book opened by itself, and the first page showed a drawing of a baby wearing two crowns.