Dreams Of Freedom Book Novels & Stories

I can’t waste my time so you can go now” I wipe my tears again and look up at the stars after remembering my life back then. My life is so suffocating makes me hard to breathe always. There’s a time that I’m just waiting for the miracle to make my dream come true. My dream is not to be a businesswoman or anything. My only dream is to be free. A freedom that I’m finding until I reach for it.... I drink all the coffee in my cup because It’s getting cold already. I forgot that I have a coffee and I just remember it when I took a glance at the table.

There were no Belvarians and no Jorvikians, no masters and no slaves—just people, free to love and live. As we sat there, basking in the rare and beautiful simplicity of the evening, I couldn’t help but wish that this was how our world could always be. A world where freedom wasn’t a dream but a reality. Deep down, I hoped this vision wasn’t just a fleeting fantasy, but a dream we could one day make come true.

“This is why it has to start from within you, Rhaskos. You have to know what your worth is to the world. Only then will people around you see and respect you for who you really are… You’ve already glimpsed it: a man–sized tityrus ape looking away and breaking into tears every time the Gladiators step out of those arches to the Games. An elephant bending the bars of his cage, fighting and dying side by side with his mate. A she-wolf howling over the death of her offspring. If animals can show this measure of compassion and decency towards others, then what does that make of us? What does that make of all of us?” She believed in me. That was perhaps the original sin. Because the tiny seed of

So incredibly grateful that someone cared enough to help me, to give me a chance at freedom. Finally, I pulled away and climbed into the small space they had prepared for me. I settled into the cramped area, the darkness closing in around me, but it felt different this time. It wasn’t the oppressive darkness of the dungeon; it was the darkness of possibility, of a new beginning. As the truck began to move, the rumble of the engine vibrating through the metal walls, I held onto the book Dylan had given me, clutching it to my chest like a lifeline.

, " You're wrong; I desperately want freedom; my soul indeed feels lost, but it's still drowning in an endless pit of hell. What I want, is to be free " " And how do you think you can be free when you reek of anger, when your voice carries a heavy weight of pain? How do you think you can be free when your actions scream for revenge? If you think dying sets you free, then you might have just deceived yourself a big time". " What's the best freedom if not death?", " The best freedom is here," Libby places her palm on her chest, " even the dead ain't free if this place still feels heavy. "

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.

"Would you be willing to be her real mother?" I knew Jamie was starting to have feelings for me, but I could not accept them. "You'll meet someone better. So will I." A good person would always meet someone even better. Just… They were not that for each other. Jamie laughed in relief. "Alright, Emma's godmother." I could hear Emma's cheers coming from the other end as I hung up with a smile before curling up under the blanket, drifting into sleep. In my dream, I saw a future full of hope.

Every night, we had to squeeze together on the small bed in the storeroom before we could fall asleep. We both laughed at each other about it. Just so Lawson could sleep better, I filled the bedroom with plants and changed the curtains to something darker. I made the room feel smaller so he could sleep more peacefully every night. But now, everything in this home had lost its meaning. I went back to my room and packed my things, as I had already decided to leave first thing in the morning. The Southern Pack sent another message saying they had already sent werewolves to meet me at the border.

He exclaimed, "Oh, no, you're not leaving! You're coming back to Bonhaven with me!" I struggled against his grip and repeatedly rammed against the wall, hoping the noise would attract attention and get someone to break into the lounge. "In your dreams! Didn't you hear a single word I said to Hayden? He and I are divorced!" John kept his vise-like grip on me as he texted Hayden with his free hand. "Don't worry, man. She's not going anywhere as long as I'm here!" I was no match for John. He dragged me into a corner and produced a roughspun rope from somewhere. As he bound my wrists and ankles together, he said, "Sorry, Elena. Just bear with this for a bit. Good things are waiting for us back i

Everything went quickly, but Anna just knew she wasn’t going to see tomorrow, and she felt that bullet hit her lonely and miserable heart. « Well, that pained like crazy, » Anna thought to herself while she slowly left this world that had been nothing but a shithole. The only thing she prayed for now was that if she got to have another chance at life, then she would certainly accomplish her dream of living far away in the countryside.