Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

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.

Mochi said, then added, “Hopefully before you stab him.” Emilia chuckled softly. “No promises.” They lay back on the cool grass, watching the sky. Freedom had come quietly, not with explosions or screams, but with careful steps in the dark. And though Emilia didn’t know where the road would take her, she had escaped the prison meant to break her. Now… she could decide who she wanted to be.

“I won’t have to. I’ll save her before it comes to that.” “She might not want to be saved.” I walked away. --- Freya was sitting alone again, away from the fire. Her face was turned to the stars. I sat beside her. “I can hear him now,” she said softly. “Clearer than ever. He tells me things. Shows me what the world could be like… if we let him win.” “What does he show you?” I asked. “A world with no fear. No packs. No rules. Just power.” I stayed quiet.

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

"I used to watch other kids get picked up after school and think that looked like the best thing in the world." Grey's expression softened. "I see." I shrugged. "I got used to not having it. What about you? What did you dream about?" He was quiet for a moment, looking out at the bay where the water was going dark and the first lights were beginning to appear on the far shore. "Freedom," he said finally. "I dreamed about being able to make my own choices. Do what I wanted instead of what was expected. Wake up and decide the day instead of having it decided for me."

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.

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.

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…

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.