Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs Novels & Stories

For the millionth time, I worry about Grandma Rivera and pray fervently in my heart that the gods protect keep her safe and alive till whenever I am able to return back to her. I raise my gaze and someone unlocks the door and pushes it open. Rachel catwalks into the room, holding a covered food tray in her hand. When she closes in on me, she drops the tray on the bedside table and leans in front of where I am sprawled pathetically on the floor. She has a smudged grin on her face and looks like she takes pleasure in seeing me misery. "You poor little thing." She sings into my face. "At least, I see that you have been freed from your chains. We have to celebrate your freedom, don't you think?"

Would those tragic events that commonly happened to women who were kidnapped and sold in movies happen to her? At this frightening thought, she began to struggle with all her might despite how exhausted she was, but she didn’t have any strength left. She couldn’t exert much force even if she tried. Seeing Rachel awake along with her futile efforts, the men around her immediately started laughing. “Stop struggling. It won’t work.” “Just accept this as your tragic fate.” Rachel wanted to curse out loud, but her mouth was taped shut. Now, she felt like she was about to explode from all the pressure within.

A sob tore from his throat. “I don’t trust you,” I continued. “Not to keep your mouth shut. Not to stay away from my kind.” Rachael stood frozen a few steps away, her hands clasped over her mouth, her face pale. Horror and disbelief warred in her eyes as she took in the scene, the bound man, the tension still crackling in the air. “You’ll be set free,” I told him, my voice firm, final, “once we leave.” I turned then, fully facing Rachael. The sight of her, shaken, frightened but still standing hit me harder than any threat ever could.

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

She said: Walsh. He said: first thing in the morning. She looked at the black screen of the laptop. She said: whoever this is — they found Rachel and they found her therapy records and they found a way to reach her and they tried to use her as a weapon. And Rachel said no. She said: and then sent us this instead. George said: yes. She thought about Rachel nervous in front of a camera, deciding. She said: whoever is doing this is running out of weapons. They tried the bachelorette delivery. They tried the dress shop. They tried Rachel. All three failed.

I stood up, grabbed my coffee, and splashed the entire cup right into Clara's face. "You should be grateful you're pregnant right now." With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out. I could hear Clara's hysterical screaming fading behind me as I left. I went straight from the cafe to the Pack Council to file for an official Decree of Dissolution. I pulled out a Recording Stone— I knew Clara hadn't asked to meet me out of the goodness of her heart, so I'd come prepared. I hadn't expected her to hand me exactly what I needed on a silver platter.

had been circled tightly in red. At the very bottom of the screenshot was another small line. [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset.] I gripped my phone, but I did not reply. I did not question him. I did not even ask for a breakup. As long as I never said it first, his free passes would stay at zero forever. He would never get the chance to reset them. The next morning, I changed into clean clothes and went to the office as usual. I had barely settled into my chair when my supervisor called me into the small conference room.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

"you're dating the Back stabber? While you're still married to me? Did you hear yourself clearly? No, you're coming home with me. How can I escape from him? He's too powerful for me even if I wanted to do that. All of a sudden, I heard a woman voice. "Excuse me" she said,she look at the mid of forty's, she also wanted to use the restroom but she couldn't because I and Kareem was blocking her way. Kareem's tight hold on me loosen as I find that as my opportunity to escape from him but unfortunately for me he followed me and grab my arm again.

When I woke up neither Micheal nor Lucas were there. I began crying again as last night's events replayed in my mind. Micheal came running in at the sound of my sobs. He rubbed my back not saying a word. Not trying anything more than to comfort me. "Stay in your room today. We will handle everything that needs to be done." He told me as I silently continued to cry. "Libby is coming up with a device that will render those collars useless. She reverse-engineered the negator DNA. If she's able to accomplish it we could finally be free of our worry of negators, not just the collars." He sounded excited, and normally I would be too, at the news. I wished Lucas was here to hear it with me, but I f