Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs Novels & Stories

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

Chelsea drew a cold icy breath and spoke in the same chilled voice , it was so cold that everyone present drew close to each other . " I'm finally free ! Free of a father who only knew how to give birth to me but never looked twice at my existence , he is such a coward to face his own faults that till now he doesn't knows that his own daughter was physically abused by her mother till she turned sixteen ! I'm free of the brothers who broke my heart again and again, till i could no longer feel secure about my position , my family , my status and Myself ! I'm free from a sister who couldn't be brave enough and face her own enemies and flaws ! "

God forgive me. I slipped out of the building, every step heavier than the last. Nathan’s POV I leaned back in my chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass. Power tasted sweeter when it came from someone else’s fear. The door creaked open. Ramsey shuffled in, his notebook clutched to his chest like it held his beating heart. “Well?” I asked, voice smooth but sharp underneath. He cleared his throat. “She… Rachel… they’ve set the release date. Three weeks. Everything is almost finalized.”

I snatch the phone from her hand, placing it in front of her face, and the screen unlocks. "No, please, come on guys…" Rachel says as she tries to free herself from Carson's arms, but he is stronger and bigger than her. Rachel keeps moving and pleading for us to let her go. The page she was looking at flashes in front of my eyes and they widen immediately as I see my photo on the front page of the newspaper.

What if Rachel’s life is in danger? This surge of strength wells up within me. Something is changing me. A power so strong I feel like I can do anything. I can conquer anything all because of my love for Rachel. I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing as I walk up to the bars. I know there’s no way I’m getting out of them, but something inside tells me I can. Something is urging me to at least try. So, I grip them and I pull. To my surprise, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. I’m able to bend the bars out of my way. I shape them under my hands until I’m able to free myself of this cell.

" she asked confused as her hands groped around inside the coffin. Then, suddenly despair screamed inside her as she saw herself in darkness as the flashes of moonlight disappeared, and she began to pound on the coffin and scream for help. Rachel hadn't realized that her strength had increased to the point of breaking the wood of the coffin, and only realized it when her face and body began to be covered with dirt and twigs in profusion, but blinded by her desire for freedom, nothing stopped her. -I have to get out of here," she said, as she felt the skin on her fingers grate and the blood drain, but that didn't stop her from continuing with the destruction of the coffin as her body began to

“Let me find you something.” I dug around for a minute before realizing... this wasn’t going to work. Rachel has curves I could only dream of. I’m five-five, blonde, average all around. She’s taller, fuller, and everything about her screams confidence. My clothes would barely qualify as a joke on her. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of fabric rustling behind me. I turned around just as Rachel slipped out of her bra, completely unbothered. “Problem solved,” she said, crawling under the blanket in nothing but a thong.

Her eyes were rolled so far back only the whites were showing, and her mouth was stretched in a silent, jagged scream of pure ecstasy. "F-fuck... Vio...!" she finally choked out, her internal muscles suddenly clamping down on my wrist like a hydraulic press. "I'm... I'm breaking!" Savannah leaned over us, her own breasts swaying as she gripped Rachel’s shoulders to hold her down. "That's it, mummy! Take every bit of her! Give us all that heat!" Then, it happened. Rachel went completely rigid, her back arching so high off the mattress I thought her spine might snap. A massive, hot wave of her release flooded over my hand, drenching my wrist and forearm in a thick, pulsing flow.

" The car was almost on top of me. Then, out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard out of the way. It was Jack. I hit the ground, unharmed. Jack, however, was not so lucky. His arm was broken. Sheila was arrested on the spot for attempted murder. Only then did I learn what had happened after everything. When Andrew found out that my experiment had actually succeeded back then, all of his rage turned toward Sheila. He hated her for destroying his only chance at recovery, and he made sure she paid for it. He beat her. Humiliated her. Threw her out of the Smith family. Worst of all, he sent her to the lowest, darkest places, where she was left to suffer at the hands of countless men. That was what

For a second, I actually thought this is really about to happen. Then–a sharp cracking sound echoed through the alley. I froze. The guy holding me suddenly dropped. Then I saw the least person I expected. Jack. He didn’t hesitate. And those guys? They didn’t stand a chance. By the time it was over, they were on the ground, groaning and bleeding. Jack stood there, breathing hard, rain soaking through his clothes. And me? I just stood there–staring at him. Something in my chest loosened. Relief hit so suddenly it almost made my knees weak.