Dreaming Freedom Character Novels & Stories

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

I never knew who those two people were, but whoever they were, I knew they wanted to take me, why come to my room straight. "I just hope Xavier would understand that I'm only running for my life, Wait my opportunity finally came at last, going out of Xavier's life of troubles. I finally had my moment, this is my blessing in disguise, I never planned it to happen this way but it happened either ways. I get to live my dreams and ambitions" Tears rolled down my cheeks feeling so fulfilled at this point, I need no soothsayer to tell me that I was free. "I'm free" I screamed, pressing the horn vigorously, in happiness and joy.

Liberty POV Why do they keep calling us little one, it’s infuriating. Justice growls. It’s nice having someone to talk to. Justice is fierce, she tells me I’m strong, like her. She wants us to be free. Not kind of free I dream of, the kind that has the earth beneath our feet, nobody chasing us, living our life, far far away from here. Without justice I would never have gotten away from that place.

It felt exactly like the stoke of his hand against her nipples. “Are you okay?” Fiona asked with a frown and Freya’s cheeks coloured guiltily. She had no business thinking such thoughts in the presence of such a little kid. “Of course. Come here, let’s go to bed.” She urged again. Freya did plan to stay awake and find Riordan after Fiona slept off but it seemed her body had other plans as she succumbed to her exhaustion and passed out. In her dreams, she heard wings in the sky, hooves coming for her. It didn’t matter that it was a dream, her terror was real and she abandoned her fighting stance, turning tail.

Together, with the support of those who had offered me sanctuary, I would forge a path forward, one defined not by the scars of the past, but by the promise of a brighter tomorrow. As I drifted off to sleep, cradled in the arms of newfound freedom, I allowed myself to dream of a future untethered by the chains of my past, a future defined by the boundless potential that lay within me. And though the journey ahead would be fraught with peril, I faced it with courage and conviction, secure in the knowledge that I was finally free from the clutches of the monster that had haunted my nightmares for far too long.

“You’re free. Finally, actually free.” Free. The word felt unfamiliar. I had been fighting for so long—trying to escape my father, expose corruption, survive attacks and betrayals. I didn’t know what freedom looked like anymore. “So what happens now?” I asked. “Whatever you want,” Jaxon replied. “That’s what freedom means. You get to choose.” “Anything?” I asked, wanting reassurance. “Anything,” he confirmed with a nod. I thought about it, about what I wanted now that I didn’t have to constantly fight just to survive.

An early meeting I couldn't postpone—the price of the life I told you about, the cage I can't escape. Your clothes are in the dryer (you fell asleep before I could return them). I've arranged for my driver to take you anywhere you need to go. He's discreet and will ask no questions. Thank you for last night. Thank you for choosing me, even temporarily. Thank you for showing me what freedom tastes like, even if it was just an illusion. I hope you find a way out of your cage. I hope Richard Pemberton III mysteriously falls into a volcano. I hope you get the life you deserve, full of choices and freedom and people who see you for who you really are.

He wasn’t smiling. Not this time. He looked up. And for the first time, there was fear in his eyes. “You can’t lead them,” he whispered. “Not without becoming what they hate.” Emilia stepped forward in the dream. Barefoot. Bare-skinned. A crown of fire on her head and bones clutched in her fists. “I don’t want to lead them,” she answered. “I want to set them free.” Victor’s mouth twisted. “Then you’ll die.”

"When the contract is done and it is safe... come with me. Come live with the pack. In the wildness, under the open sky. You won't need your masks there. No politics, no cages of stone, no pretending to be something you're not. You can just... be. You can be free, Elira. Truly free." She listened, her eyes closed, and let the image form in her mind. She saw towering trees instead of palace walls. She felt soft earth under her feet instead of cold marble. She saw a life where her laughter didn't have to be measured and her posture didn't have to be perfect. It was her oldest, most secret dream. It was the very reason she had proposed the contract to Kael—to buy her freedom from her father's w

Feeling weird, she turned back immediately to Aisha but Aisha was no longer there. She was alone. “Alone in your delusion.” Aisha’s voice echoed in the silent room with Aisha no where to be found. “We are not free. We'll never be free! Face it!” ****************** Ify opened her eyes, staring into darkness. Wierd dreams were something she was accustomed to. Her dreams never bothered on normal. She closed her eyes, rejecting the dream silently. She would be free, Naeto would be free, Aisha would be free, the rest of them would be free. That was GOD's promise to her; GOD would not fail; Mother MARY would not fail her.