Romans & histoires Dreaming Freedom Character

"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.

" You deserve the world princess, don't ever take it off. Whenever I am away from you, look at this and remember your father is always with you." And just like I woke up from the dream, all sweating and crying, while holding the necklace. If only he is with me right now, to save me from this cruel world and cruel people.

But more people simply said he was stupid. Zach came over and took my phone away. “Stop looking. What do you want for dinner tonight?” “What does Lyla want to eat?” “Egg custard is fine for her. You matter more.” “What about lemon shrimp?” “Sure. Whatever you want.” The balcony was covered in green vines under the evening sun. They climbed upward, full of life and quiet strength. My story was still going on.

"Even three years?" "Even three years. Though I'm glad we don't have to test it further." "Me too. Ten days is plenty close enough." "Ten days until forever." "Forever. I'm ready for forever." "Me too. Finally." That night, I dream of Sofia. But not as a villain. As a friend. Someone who understands what it's like to be controlled. To fight for freedom. To build a life on your own terms. When I wake, I feel lighter. One more complication resolved. One more ghost put to rest.

"Would you be willing to be her real mother?" I knew Jamie was starting to have feelings for me, but I could not accept them. "You'll meet someone better. So will I." A good person would always meet someone even better. Just… They were not that for each other. Jamie laughed in relief. "Alright, Emma's godmother." I could hear Emma's cheers coming from the other end as I hung up with a smile before curling up under the blanket, drifting into sleep. In my dream, I saw a future full of hope.

“I won't warn you twice. Follow me and you live.” Freedom sat in the air like a rumor and stabbed at me. Of course I wanted to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same images—the basement, the way his men watched me like I was property, the taste of humiliation, the sharp sting of being used—and my stomach clenched. Freedom was the only thing I had ever pictured in bright, warm colors since the day I realized the world had more than one option.

Nina had always dreamed of freedom. Nina could remember the time before she was eighteen years old. A day that remained in her memories would be the day before her birthday. She was turning eighteen the next day and her Alpha King Uncle had promised to give her her freedom. She would be free from working as a maid and would be allowed to find her mate. It was all she had ever wanted, to be with her mate and be free. She remembered how happy she had been when she had checked the calendar that morning and how she had imagined her future, although the scary voice of Ms. Clara had disrupted her moment, Nina was still giddy. But not even an hour later she had found out that she had never had a ch

"After everything we just went through to be free? You’d turn me in for a paycheck?" "I’m tired of being the sidekick, Pim," Chalida spat, her eyes flickering with a cold, desperate light. "I’m tired of following your plans, your risks, and your ideals. You talk about freedom like it’s a gift, but it feels a lot like poverty to me. If I turn you over, I don't just get the money. I get to call the shots for once."

Similar to the man in the desert waiting for a drop of water. Similar to that man, these trees and flowers, she too was waiting for her rain. Her freedom. She never told about this to anyone that how much she desired to breathe freely without a constant fear. She knew it was illegal to think like that. She belonged to Shehryaar only. These thoughts would immediately cut down her desire of freedom.

I’d file legitimate taxes and date a man who drives a Honda and thinks rough sex means leaving the lights on. I would be free. I would be safe. I would be bored out of my fucking mind. My eyes snap open and I stare at the phone again. The black screen reflects my distorted face. Freedom involves running. It involves hiding. It involves shrinking myself down until I fit into a box small enough that no one notices me. It means being a nobody. Not Eve Larson, recently graduated Business major with stars in her eyes. Not Eve Grimaldi, Queen of the Grimaldi empire.