Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

Judy had appeared with a pup at such a solemn and sacred moment It was like a scandal pinned to Lawson's pack. Lawson pulled Judy to the side and asked, "Why are you dressed like this? What are you doing here?" After Samson called him Dad, everyone stared at them even more openly. With red eyes, Judy held his hand. "I knew Monica wouldn't come, so I came. She doesn't care about you anyway. Samson and I are different. We'll always love you, Lawson." She pulled Lawson's hand. "Let me become your Luna. I'll be stronger than her."

"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

I had been better than I was right now. I had learned to go against my parents. I could fight them and talk, act, and do what I wanted because unlike that devil, they did not hold my dreams in their hands. They had long abandoned me in a world that devoured unloved children. I could only blame them for never giving the care the young me deserved.

Alas, the modern world had no appreciation for talent, only appearances. After they were reborn, Yasmin and Simon got together and went on a learning trip abroad. Under the guise of culturing themselves, they secretly bought up paintings by unknown street artists. Simon would then add to the paintings and claim that they were his works, thereby branding himself as an art genius with a rare, innate talent. Yasmin and Simon conned their way to success abroad but couldn't keep up the appearances for too long. When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals.

I want the older version of myself back, without any influence from him. For seven years, I had kept my hair long just to please him, even though I hated how hot and heavy it felt, just to match his tastes and preferences. And during all that time, he never once followed through on the casual promise he'd made, to braid it for me like I had asked, like what I saw in a movie where the guy will give you a princess treatment while kissing your hair. For seven years... I keep hoping that I will experience those but in the end, only Penelope has experienced those treatment.

Suddenly, a seductive illusion materialized before them, a vision of their deepest desires and fears. Xienma saw a vision of herself, free from the abuse and pain of her past, living a life of peace and love. Xavier saw himself leading his pack, respected and admired, free from the shadows of his father's expectations. Cassie saw herself surrounded by her friends, their love and loyalty unbreakable, a life filled with joy and laughter.

I knew I was going to doublecross mom at some point. Hell, I planned to betray mom after I get what I want. Williams and I were supposed to get everything, we were supposed to beat everyone to the prize. We had it all figured out already, and yet I feel the need to stick with Freddie, the allure of power made my pulse race. Freddie promised me answers, liberation from the confines of my current life, freedom to achieve all of my dreams and get everything I’ve ever wanted.

“What does freedom feel like?” I stare at the ceiling, at the light that never turns off. “It’s loud,” I say after a moment. “Messy. Scary.” Her eyes widened. “Scary?” “Yes,” I whisper. “Because when you’re free, you can lose things.” She considers that, chewing on the idea like it’s something solid. “I dream of a place,” she says. “I think it’s yours.” My breath catches. “It’s warm. There are trees. Sometimes people laugh in the distance. I never see their faces, but I know they’re important.”

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.

“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.”