Dreams Of Freedom Book Novels & Stories

I felt my back hit the soft fabric on the bed and I smiled internally Everything was actually right with my world. In the end, I learned that freedom isn’t always about running away; sometimes, it’s about finding the courage to stay. Love had a way of breaking chains I never thought I’d escape, and even in the shadows of a world I never chose, I found light where I least expected it. Life with him wasn’t perfect, but it was ours—a world built on fire and steel, forged by trust and defiance. And as the sun set over a horizon we dared to dream of together, I knew one thing for certain: my soul was no longer sold, but redeemed. THE END.

I would be far away from here tomorrow, far away from all the pain, far away from all the sad memories here and most importantly far away from Adrien, I would finally put the past behind me. I got ready pretty early the next morning, excitement brewing in my chest. I put on a white floral dress with simple black sandals and my hair in a neat bun. As soon as my Uber driver informed me of his arrival, I was on my way to the airport, the feeling of freedom better than I ever expected. As I sat by the window in the airplane,I went over all the years I wasted trying to make Adrien love me, all the years spent in America, all for nothing. Not once did Adrien treat me nicely, not even for one day,

Sophia and Adrian slipped away from the main festivities, choosing instead the intimacy of a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree. Sophia’s heart pounded as she looked up at the star-studded sky, each twinkling light a reminder of the dreams they were ready to chase. “Adrian, do you ever wonder if we’re truly free?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “I do,” he admitted. “Freedom isn’t just about escaping the past or the noise of the world—it’s about embracing the future with all its uncertainties. And with you, I feel free to be who I truly am.”

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

And a carefree, warmth-filled woman who didn’t even realize she was changing everything around her just by existing. He wanted to own the space she walked into. She wanted to breathe inside it. He saw love as possession. She saw love as freedom. And neither of them knew yet — They were about to become each other’s greatest weakness. Author’s Note Hi readers 🤍 His Possession, Her Freedom is my second novel and a deeper step into my writing journey. This story comes entirely from my own imagination, shaped by emotions, contrasts, and the delicate line between possession and freedom in love. It explores power, vulnerability, control, warmth, and what happens when two completely different emoti

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.

I could be free. The word had lost its shape somewhere in the last four days. I'd spent the entire book of my life chasing it, freedom, a clean life, out from under my father's shadow and my mother's abandonment and every powerful man's assumption that I was a thing to be moved around a board. And now I had it in my hand, forty-one dollars of it, one gate away, and it tasted exactly like the coffee I'd been nursing for an hour: burnt, and cheap, and nothing at all like the thing the word had promised when I was seventeen and swearing I'd never need anyone.

“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.

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ That night, a strange dream came to me and for the first time in my entire existence I felt free. I could feel the icy air between my feathers and the world seemed small, insignificant near the heavens, close to the feeling of flying. Even when my eyes opened, I could still feel that feeling, that freedom. 'It seems... well...' I found myself thinking as I threw myself out of bed.