Finding Freedom Novels & Stories

When did I ever need him to forgive me? "Are you done? I'm leaving if you are," I said as I stood up, unwilling to stay in the same space as him any longer. Seeing I was leaving, Lawson panicked. "Monica!"

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.

Real failure was staying in a toxic relationship and watching myself get drained dry. And leaving was the first step toward rebuilding my life. What I hadn't expected was that two years later, Presley would still come looking for me.

Suddenly, a group of police officers walked in and moved to handcuff Sylvia, but Jason still shielded her. "Wait! You can't arrest her! She's pregnant! Clara, withdraw the case right now. Do you still want to be my wife or not?" I smiled as I took out two copies of certificates from my bag and threw them onto the floor. "I'm not your wife anymore. We're divorced!" Jason was stunned. "You did it for real?! Fine, even if we're divorced, you can't let my child be born in prison for the sake of all our years together, can you?"

“But even when it’s messy, even when it’s painful… it’s still courage. And you’ve had more than anyone I know.” I leaned back slightly, letting the breeze wash over me, carrying the scent of salt and possibility. “I never thought I’d feel free,” I admitted. “I thought freedom was just a word. A dream. But now… now I think I understand. It’s this—this peace, this acceptance, this… the ability to be here and feel everything, without fear.” Darius smiled, eyes soft. “Freedom isn’t just escaping the past. It’s embracing it, learning from it, and still choosing happiness. And you’ve done that.”

For herself. For freedom.

Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with nothing and built everything, and when people ask me what Freedom means I tell them it means you don’t have to be perfect to be worthy, you don’t have to be unbroken to be loved, you just have to keep choosing yourself even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard. James is in the kitchen right now burning toast because he insists on making breakfast even though he’s terrible at it, and Lily is “helping” which means making a mess, and I’m sitting at my table with a new sketchbook open and a pencil in my hand an

He had told me the only way to be free, and I didn't know if I could do that thing, because it wasn't as easy as I thought. I needed to kill a hundred people to be free, and I lost hope that I could. It was hopeless; I knew I couldn't even kill an animal, but how much more human? Cain told me to try. My decision was needed, I needed, and whether I was willing to sacrifice a hundred lives or not, everything would change the direction of my life, especially since the curse might become active and would control me at anytime.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.