Dreaming Freedom Novels & Stories

I need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

None of them dared to utter a single word about what they were looking at. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Hayden snatched the phone from his friend. The picture was taken through the mist of the drizzle. Julian was seen getting into his car with a woman in his arms, seemingly unbothered by the rain. The woman's face was hidden from view, but Hayden recognized the shoes he'd bought for me. Hayden had only just put two and two together when he shot to his feet and put on his clothes. Confused, everyone demanded urgently, "Dude, where are you going? Lola will be here soon!"

I want to see the country, to eat the food, to see the people. My chest tightens. My voice lowers, soft and desperate. “Please take me. Please.” It's my begging voice. I never use this tone. Aiden turns to look at me for the first time, and so do some other doms. I ignore them. I take a deep breath and step in closer. “This is my dream,” I whisper. “I want to see the world. I want to taste freedom. I’ll do anything—anything.” I give him my most pathetic, wide-eyed look—soft lips, tilted chin. My best submissive beg.

“ Honestly it's creepy to stay in this place I know that We have not really been together but then I still remember everything that you like and that is why I'm telling you that if you're missing him, all you have to do is say the word” “ I don't know Jada, I've always longed for this freedom and I've always wanted to be very far away from him, but now that I have gotten it, it seems as though I want something else and not just Freedom. this freedom given to me was given to me on a platter of gold, and I should be happy but then each time, I keep staring at his picture and even when I try to hide it, I just keep thinking about him, my heart aches and my hand itches for him to pick up my phon

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"

"Elara, is this enough? If you're still mad at me, I'll give you my whole hand! Anything you want, I'll do it—just forgive me!" I looked around at the chaos, utterly drained by the absurdity of it all. The world spun, and I blacked out. The doctor said I was exhausted and needed rest to recover. I drifted in and out of a fevered haze, my mind haunted by fragments of dreams. Images of the early days with Cyran flashed before me—him watching me ride at the stables, cheering, smiling at me. Then, I was a young girl again, and Acorn was small and innocent beside me.

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

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.