Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

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.

FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM I can decide whatever I want. I think this is my fate to be lonely and controlled forever. "Mom, could you come and just get me? So we can live happily there? " I whispered. " I am ready to go with you there." I sobbed I cried harder and harder "Life is too short to give up my angel." I heard my mom saying in my dreams I fall asleep. _________ I woke up with my alarm and got up. I looked at my small mirror my eyes are red and puffy. I am just going to get up and get ready for work but my door burst open.

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

he started to doubt whether he should come to meet his promised mate. He didn’t want to drag her into this mess, yet he couldn’t stop himself from walking closer to her. The small girl at the end of his dream, where everything was still green and lush. Where the wind blew wherever it liked. He approached, his past following behind him. The red sky spread to her sky... the fire burned the greens and flowers to ashes. But even though the woman feared him, she was determined for her freedom. He sneered. [Freedom is the luxury for the strong.]

Only then did Hayden understand that Julian was truly out to get him. Cornered and helpless, Hayden swallowed his pride and met with me. He got on his knees before me and pleaded through tears, "Elena, please, I know I was wrong. Can't you tell Julian to spare me? I promise I won't bother both of you anymore!" I took in his misery. Surprisingly, I only felt indifference. "Hayden, you had this coming." With that, I turned to leave without so much as a backward glance. Meanwhile, Lola's downfall was worse than Hayden's. She was accustomed to men fawning over her and indulging in her whims.

“I have no interest in binding you to either man. I want you free.” The word echoed—free? Rico had never really thought about freedom. He had thought about safety, maybe even comfort, but never freedom. Freedom was something children in the streets of his memory whispered about but never tasted. Freedom was a dream in the distance, a story told around fires. “Free…” he mouthed. “Yes,” the voice murmured. “But to be free, you must live long enough to choose. And right now, you are fading, Rico. Hunger is clawing at you. Thirst is breaking you. Soon, your body will decide for you.”

The world beyond those walls felt so close, and yet impossibly far. Florita’s words echoed in her mind over and over. “You can choose freedom…” “Or… you can choose to go back. To him.” Freedom. How many times had she dreamed of it? That desperate day when she fled from the Moonlight Pack, her heart pounding, lungs burning — she had run not just from Aldrake but from the cage her life had become. Years of being used, manipulated, chained by others’ decisions — all she had ever wanted was to breathe without fear, to walk without chains around her soul.

The police eventually found a bloodstained tie at the edge of a cliff and a pile of bones at the bottom. Flora did not show any crack in her composure. She even turned around and comforted me. Not only that, she threw herself into planning my birthday, saying she wanted to give me a memory I would never forget. On the day of the trip, I was kidnapped. I heard her cold laugh as she gave the kidnappers their orders. "Don't let him die too easily. He's just some scum of the earth. Do whatever you want with him. When you're done, dump him in the Northern Barrens and clean things up. He owes Sean this much!"

She could see a row of white walls and red-tiled rooftops outside her window, and right outside her apartment building was a cozy cafe selling their famous hot chocolate and blueberry pancakes. Here, there were no pack hierarchies, no complicated pack rules and regulations to follow, and no strange eyes following Nora around just because she didn't have her dad with her. Nora really liked it here. She practically skipped to school with a new backpack on her back. The school here had pups from different packs, pups that descended from different bloodlines, and even a handful of human kids and mixed breeds as well. The teacher drew pictures with them, gave them swimming and paddling lessons, a

"Because you prepared a fireworks show just for me. It's even grander than the ones seen in theme parks. I bet the whole city saw the fireworks!" "And that made you happy?" "Of course!" Macy rested her head on Ethan's shoulder and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ford." "It's not me who you have to thank." "Then, who should I thank?" Who should she thank? The image of him and Maisie envisioning their future in the basement of Shelkin City appeared in his mind. … Back then, he was still a young man who had nothing. He held Maisie in his arms and rested his chin on her fluffy hair as he envisioned a bright future for the both of them.