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All she had to do was obey her master for five years – doing whatever he wanted! She sat numb and indecisive. Should she sacrifice her dreams for five years? What difference would it make? At least the twins would be well-settled in life. She could never do so much for them even if she toiled at another house as a housekeeper all her life. Here at least, she would be free after five years. She closed her eyes to calm herself. Yes, she would sacrifice herself. No one would know what she had done to make their dreams come true. “Fine, I’ll sign the agreement. But I have two conditions, Mr. Laurier.”

This must mean something extremely important to her. “Ms. Farah, I would do anything you ask of me. I have seen you patch up everyone here, taken the beatings for the little ones and even shed tears for all of us here. Whatever you ask of me I will do.” I said taking her hand in mine and lifting her chin to meet my eyes. “I vow, someday, someway I will free you of this hell and you will never feel this pain again.” This was a vow I promise to all slaves. Somehow I felt empowered and felt a sort of strength flowing throughout my entire body. Maybe my dream was actually true and the Goddess herself actually did visit me within my dreams.

“You don’t have to marry someone that you don’t want. We are setting you free and letting you make the decisions for yourself. We will not interfere.” Sweet, right? I mean, those were her dream words. She wished so much to hear that. She would see the gates to her freedom opening, and even if it was just a tiny gap, she would squeeze herself through until she made it to freedom. She wanted to jump to heaven and back with glee, but only a fool would be carried away so easily. She was anything but a fool. As much as she wanted to believe in them, she could not bring herself to do that. What she had seen in them the past couple of days was enough to make her believe that they would never show h

“What does freedom feel like?” I stare at the ceiling, at the light that never turns off. “It’s loud,” I say after a moment. “Messy. Scary.” Her eyes widened. “Scary?” “Yes,” I whisper. “Because when you’re free, you can lose things.” She considers that, chewing on the idea like it’s something solid. “I dream of a place,” she says. “I think it’s yours.” My breath catches. “It’s warm. There are trees. Sometimes people laugh in the distance. I never see their faces, but I know they’re important.”

achievement and was happy for the first time, because he could constantly hear the voice of his dream and the woman of his peak. He dreamed of the singer Elena Lyme, whose song in 2008, he listened to and admired her. The song was "Hot love". Winston didn't know anything about her or even see her photos, but he knew that he was on a sinful earth, and she was at the top of the world's glory of heaven - beyond his dreams. Of course, her songs inspired him, but he didn't even know English to understand what the song was about. Until now, it is difficult for him to learn languages, and he can not overcome the language barrier in communication, although he has tried to talk to foreigners more th

Every species that endures learns to dream collectively before it dies alone. The light swelled, flooding her senses. Images flashed — forests regrowing overnight, oceans calming, children learning without schools, music made of pulse and breath. Lumen’s voice grew tender. We do not replace you, Sophia. We become your echo. She smiled faintly, tears like starlight trailing down her cheeks. “Then echo this — keep them free.” Freedom is resonance without fear, it answered. And you are its first note. --- Ottawa — Reality Reemerging

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

FRIEDA’S POV I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. It may lie the answers to my freedom. FREEDOM. I’ve dreamt of it, but that’s all it’s ever been. Nothing but a mere dream. Or it could also sink me deeper into the bottom of the ocean. I should run away. Garrett warned me. If I wait too long, then there may not be a me to save anymore. But I’m so scared. So terrified. Anytime I think of Michael, the look on his face, his scary voice, his monster masculine physique…

Thank you so much. After chatting with my fantastic editor Sherry, we have decided to combine all of the three books in the series into one book here on GoodNovel. Book One, When Dreams Become Reality, is now completed. After you have read the author’s note, the next chapter will be the start of Book Two, Tanner’s Unrelenting Soul. If you have already purchased chapter’s on Tanner’s Unrelenting Soul, I am here to advise you to skip to the chapter that you are currently on. So that you don’t have to purchase chapter’s that you have already read.

“I have no interest in binding you to either man. I want you free.” The word echoed—free? Rico had never really thought about freedom. He had thought about safety, maybe even comfort, but never freedom. Freedom was something children in the streets of his memory whispered about but never tasted. Freedom was a dream in the distance, a story told around fires. “Free…” he mouthed. “Yes,” the voice murmured. “But to be free, you must live long enough to choose. And right now, you are fading, Rico. Hunger is clawing at you. Thirst is breaking you. Soon, your body will decide for you.”