Cuba Libre Novels & Stories

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.

They all seem so happy. ''What is this place?'' I ask without taking my eyes off the sights. Gabriel walks next to me, ''This is Liberum which is Latin for free. I am sure you know my reputation to be Hella's assassin. Only nobody knows that I never killed any of the people she asked me to. I always gave them the choice to leave everything and come live in Liberum or die. No one ever found out.'' I look at Gabriel surprised, ''You let everyone hate you to save these people?''

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

With a blade of remembrance, she carved a single word into the base: Libertas. Freedom. The journey was far from over. But the tide had turned. And they would never be slaves to shadows again.

I said that this award was dedicated to everyone who had lost themselves in marriage and found the courage to reclaim who they were. The audience erupted into applause. After the event, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number backstage. It was incredibly long, as if the sender had typed it, deleted it, and started over countless times. "Julian, I know you won't reply to this message. I just wanted you to know that after my mom passed away, I donated all my assets to charity. I moved into the oldest nursing home in Seaport and became a volunteer, spending my days caring for residents with dementia.

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"