Novel & Cerita Dreaming Freedom Character

"No, thanks. You can save your charity for someone else." Eleanor burst into mocking laughter. "Stop pretending. You're just too proud for your own good—it's only going to make your life harder." Then, she began flaunting her achievements. "I'm a top fashion designer now—one of the rising stars in the industry. My future's bright, and I'll be rolling in money soon. All it takes is one word from me, and you'll never have to worry about food or clothing again. Feeding you would be no trouble at all."

“You wanna know what we call it?” I didn’t respond. More like I couldn’t. What they injected to me didn’t just calm me down. It wouldn’t even make me move. I could barely open my mouth nor speak. It shut Jia down. ”We call it The Freedom. You know why?” He walked in front of me. I watched as his eyes sparkled. Thinking of the things that are in their plans to be made. ”It will allow us to be free from the injustices of this kingdom. To be free to do what we want without having to follow or bow down to anyone. We are going to be much stronger, quicker and powerful than that puny boy king of Vamos.”

“Stay away from me.” It laughed, delighted. “That little stick for me, Moonwhisperer? You’re all the same. Stupidly brave.” “I’m not…” I spat. “This is a dream.” “Is it?” It tilted its head. “Or the truth your mind refuses to swallow?” “What truth are you talking about?” “You’ve already chosen him… faster than any before you.” “I chose freedom!” “Freedom?” Its teeth gleamed as it grinned. “You chose him. And with him comes everything you’ve denied.”

Freeda complained as she spun around. She was very confused as to what she was going to do, knowing if she wanted freedom but it took her a long time to achieve that. "Freeda, I respect whatever decision you'll make, as long as you follow what you think is right. I'm sorry because you got into our trouble, we need you too, you are our hope," I said, I looked at her and she was going to be crazy thinking about what to do.

FRIEDA’S POV I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. It may lie the answers to my freedom. FREEDOM. I’ve dreamt of it, but that’s all it’s ever been. Nothing but a mere dream. Or it could also sink me deeper into the bottom of the ocean. I should run away. Garrett warned me. If I wait too long, then there may not be a me to save anymore. But I’m so scared. So terrified. Anytime I think of Michael, the look on his face, his scary voice, his monster masculine physique…

On another note, she didn't want him to touch her, as she was still struggling with putting her feelings to sleep, magically. He chuckled out at her angry expressions, like it was nothing serious. “ In our world, only Death is true Freedom. ” He deadpanned, as he stopped laughing and his expressions turned serious. “ Even if you hide far - far away, you will be found out and brought right back here so if you want freedom... ” He stepped back and Ana released the breath she was holding inside. Death was freedom for him? Ana wanted to hit him, but she hated that she was still unable to do it.

I woke up panting, with sweat all over my body. I had dreamed of that wolf again, my wolf. I hated dreaming about my freedom only to wake up yet again in captivity. Angrily, I picked the pillow underneath my head and tossed it on the wall. That stupid wolf had tried to convince me yet again to give up my freedom for no reason. I wished I could stop dreaming about her. No matter how much they tried to convince me otherwise, I wouldn’t believe she was real. Even if she was, she probably didn’t belong to me and was just a projection to make sure I stuck to their path.

Strange, bulbous fungi grew from the walls, and the skeletons of long-dead crew members in corroded suits lay at their posts. As they moved through a hydroponics bay now overrun with carnivorous, snapping kelp, Aiden spoke, his voice echoing in the hollow space. “Back in the jungle… you asked what I was fighting for. What are you fighting for, Lyra? Really? It’s not just credits.” They were in a narrow service conduit, forced to move single-file. His question hung in the damp air between them. She’d prepared for this. “Freedom,” she said, the truth hidden in plain sight. “The freedom to be who I am, not who someone else needs me to be. To not have my value decided by my utility to another pe

•PRESENT• Diandra knew the bargain, she was going to be Freya to the masked man and he was going to release her brother to her and make him live permanently, only if she completes her end of the bargain “ I know what I’m going to do, I will be Freya to you and your master and I will release you,” she voiced out “ I promise you that Dex”

The realization dawned on me: I desired freedom, an escape from the suffocating shackles of this relationship. As my mind raced with thoughts of a life unlived, a future free from his tyranny, I knew that I needed to gather strength, to summon the courage to fight against the chains that held me captive. This was a pivotal moment, a turning point in my life, and I found myself yearning for a new beginning.