Dreams Of Freedom Book Novels & Stories

"When I left New York, all I wanted was to hide. I wanted to build a wall so high that no one could ever reach me again. I thought safety meant being invisible." Damien looked down at me, his dark eyes clear, gentle, and filled with an intense, unreserved devotion. "And now?" he asked gently. "Now I realize that hiding is just another way of staying trapped," I told him, sliding my fingers up to touch the soft collar of his sweater. "Real freedom isn't about building a fortress to keep the world out. It's about building something real, something beautiful, and leaving the doors wide open so other people can find their way through the dark too."

I could read to drive my mind away from the growling sound of my stomach, but that was all it was to it. During the times my mind could no longer take the torture, I would dream of what I wanted. Freedom was what I craved more than any other, for freedom was my gateway to living a normal life. I would no longer be a sacrifice waiting to be slaughtered. Yes, life made me dirty, but at some point, I did not care about the riches. Being locked away, I did get the chance to read a few romance novels and say I wanted nothing but to be loved and to love. And I still want nothing but that. Getting to know the Lord better, getting to know what he likes and the riches is something I do not care about

"We're having a baby....Not me idiot! My sister....It would be great if we have one but let's get married like them first." And then, my husband. And the little life growing inside me. I touched my stomach. We had survived so much just to reach this table. There were moments when I genuinely believed none of us would make it here. There were nights when I wondered whether God had forgotten me. There were days when I thought the only way to become free was to disappear. But I was wrong. Freedom wasn't death. Freedom was waking up. Freedom was choosing truth. Freedom was forgiving yourself for the things you never had the power to change. Freedom was rewriting history. And freedom was finally

A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billion people to know. My phone vibrated in my pocket interrupting my thoughts. "Hello?" I answered, unfocused still watching as students walk to school ready to start another uneventful day, tired, not aware that they are at their best days, where they still can dream and be free in imagining their future, no matter how sad their life gets, they still have hope. It was never late for them to fix their mistakes, it's never late for anyone, however, they are still young and still trying to understand life. Didn't we all try to d

“Thanks to you.” Setting the book in the windowsill, Dorena dragged her eyes from Sebastian to stare at its cover. His words struck her deeply. The impact of them, reverberating through her. He understood what the meaning of that word meant. Freedom. It was such a small word. Containing so much meaning. His mind wandered to Elsabet, as it always did. Freedom was what she yearned for. And what I’m denying her. Dorena impulsively reached out to thoughtfully stroke the book’s cover.

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

"You used to be so bright and full of life. Over time, I got used to you, and the spark faded. Then Leticia appeared, and things spiraled out of control. "But I can't let go of all these years. Come back with me, and we'll start fresh. Please." I never imagined Ayden could be this shameless to say he saw a younger version of me in her. How dare he! Leticia stood still, wiping away her tears and slowly coming back to her senses. "What about our child? If you don't care about our child, I'll just jump from here." Leticia ran to the bridge and looked at the surging river below.

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.

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.

He spoke with so much determination. "And what will I actually get after sleeping with you?" Dean's lips curled into a smirk and I realized I was bargaining with him. I can't believe I'm even considering this. "Freedom" "Freedom?" I asked dumbly, unsure how to respond. "Yes," Right now freedom sounds like a beautiful dream come true, especially after what happened. For the first time after I came here, I saw a glimmer of hope. I could get away. Excitement runs through my whole body.