Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

The daughter rose from the prison and let her monsters out to play. The nightmares of people entered reality when the daughter raged and tried to find her wings of freedom. Everyone was running for their lives, screaming and asking for help. If one turned around or looked behind him, surely it was his end, so no one dared to step backwards. Thus, they kept moving forward and marched through hell. Since that day, freedom became slavery. People were thirsty for freedom and peace yet they continue declaring wars, believing that it would stop everything. To be continued . . .

I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Xander had sacrificed a lot for me. I didn't want it to be in vain, or to his disadvantage. I fell asleep. It was a good distraction from everything that was happening all around me. Lately, I’d been finding comfort in sleep. Felix, his brother, and his coven of vampires didn’t appear in my dreams. Instead, I only dreamt of freedom. Sometimes, I was alone in a vast field with nobody around to see me. It was the most peaceful I’d ever felt. Or sometimes, I was with Xander, and those were the dreams I preferred.

She was determined to find the freedom she had always dreamed of, even if it meant facing many obstacles along the way. With strong determination, Jasmine lay down on the bed, trying to rest for a while. She knew this journey was far from over. Tomorrow morning would bring new challenges, and Jasmine had to be ready to face them. Outside the hotel room, the city life pulsated on, unaware of a woman's escape as she fought to find her true freedom.

Even if all those silly men throught about the continuity of time and thought of Lila as the supporting character, she knew enough to know that she was not just that. At least, in her dreams, at this very moment, she was free. And very, very soon, her dreams would be made reality. It took her a while to drift off.

Sally had a long, long dream. In the dream, her uncle apologized to her first, and then Freya's hideous and terrifying face popped up in front of her. Freya yelled at her and sneered at her in the dream. "You’re not good enough for my brother!" "Sal. "Sal. "Sal. A low male voice rang in Sally's ear again and again. Freya's terrifying face gradually distorted and disappeared. Finally, Elijah was seen standing on the seashore.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

Liyla was not quite comfortable with having guys at her home but Daven is not like others, she is kind of having trust in him now. NIGHTMARE When Liyla got home she went straight to bed and while resting she fell into a deep sleep. In a dream she saw some strange image talking to her, telling her how she can be freed from all her problems and ways she could make everyone who mistreat her suffer, it's not even a second before the place changed and she sees herself in a church.

"Elias." The name echoed across existence. And reality broke. The chains binding the Dreamer shattered in a storm of silver light. Fragments exploded across the heavens. Each piece becoming a star. A galaxy. A memory. The sound that followed was unlike anything the world had ever heard. Not an explosion. Not destruction. Freedom. The prison had broken. The Dreamer was free. The colossal eye in the sky widened completely. The hand pushing through reality clenched and relaxed for the first time.

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.

And I didn't fight or scream when the first man started and I felt his breath on me as he used me, punishing me with painful strokes and his fingers clawed at my neck with his grunts filling my ear. I didn't fight back, instead, I dreamt. I escaped into my imagination and dreamt of another world where I was safe and happy. A world with a big castle with enough food for Haris and me. A world where we didn't have to be restricted from bathing and where I wasn't whipped every other day A world where Haris and I were happy. And while I escaped in my dreams, I could feel the strength I had left leaving my body as the third man came on.