Dreaming Freedom Novels & Stories

“You’ll only suffer more. Just look at you. You’re already falling apart.” She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I leaned closer, my breath brushing against her cheek. “Tell me more, Anya. What else do you fear? What do you crave?” “I crave… freedom,” she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips. “Freedom?” I echoed, savoring the taste of her desperation. “That’s a dangerous desire. You should learn that freedom comes with a price. And you, my dear, will pay dearly.”

I dream of finding a life that’s more than the constant monotony of scrubbing floors and fending off beatings. I’ll never get that life. Not when I’m around twenty and look around eighty. No one wants a mate with no ass and no tits. So I’m told. Lately I’ve felt less and less like staying. I’ve got nothing to live for and not much left to give. I sigh as I feel sleep enveloping me. Most nights my sleep is dreamless. Or so I suppose…but the last few weeks I dream of being free. The first few nights, I interpreted this as being free in the Moon Goddess’ realm. I assumed I was dead.

She avoided my eyes. “I… I’m sick. I need him.” “I saw your vlog. Let me ask you this. If you were in my shoes, what would you think? Friends? Lovers? Or a married couple?” “We’re not as dirty as you think. He has never done you any wrong. Not even once.” “So, that doesn’t count as betrayal?” “We’re just friends.” She turned to leave. Then, she stopped. “Orion asked me to bring you soil. I’ve brought some. Use it or don’t. It’s up to you.”

Sorry for existing. Tears blurred her vision as she continued down the road, each step taking her further from everything she'd ever known. Freedom, she was discovering, came with a terrifying price. ‘This isn't freedom. This is just a different kind of prison.’

“I want love. I want to be free.” I don't know if the universe heard me. But i said it anyway. And in the silence that followed, i closed my eyes and began to dream, not of escape this time, but of becoming someone no one could ever ignore again.

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee

He had been gone for twenty years, but my mother had never forgotten him. "Mom, Dad has been gone for a long time—" She raised a finger to her lips and whispered, "Shh. Your father came to see me last night. He said it's time for us to be free." The dam inside me broke, and tears poured down my face. She knew. She had known all along. She was simply protecting the last scraps of my dignity in her own way. That evening, when I returned home, I began packing. … As expected, Evelyn had not come back. Perhaps she was still in that hotel room with that man, finishing what they had started.

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

“I won't warn you twice. Follow me and you live.” Freedom sat in the air like a rumor and stabbed at me. Of course I wanted to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same images—the basement, the way his men watched me like I was property, the taste of humiliation, the sharp sting of being used—and my stomach clenched. Freedom was the only thing I had ever pictured in bright, warm colors since the day I realized the world had more than one option.