Finding Freedom Novels & Stories

She just stood there quietly as if she'd finally learned how to set boundaries with him. Larry crouched down, trying not to sound as tense as he felt. "Nora." Nora looked at him without a word. Larry felt his throat tighten. He then retrieved a small box from his pocket. It held a platinum wolf pendant inside, and carved in the back were the words, "For Nora. May you be free always." He didn't give her the wrong fit this time. However, Nora just looked at it for a bit and didn't take it from him. She just asked quietly, "Why are you only now remembering what I like?"

I`m setting you free. *********

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

Seeing the fire she held with my father I knew she's accept just to see me fail. After of few moments of silence, I started to second guess my calculations of my earlier statement until she took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, but under one condition.” My eyes shot towards my father and I could see his 'nice guy' face wearing very thin. His hand rubbed his gray beard while he soothed his inner demons. His upper lip twitched with anger but he concealed it with a stroke of his hand. “What type of conditions might I ask?” “The witches in the village get to practice magic freely.”

Seeing that I stayed silent, Flora carefully took my hand and said, "Vincent, I know I messed up. Listen to me. Don't stay here anymore. Come home with me. I've really missed you these past few years. I know you have a grudge against me. I was too ignorant back then and too afraid to admit how I felt about you, and I chose Sean instead. I've realized how badly I messed up. "We're not related by blood, but I was just too much of a coward to take that step and admit what we really are. I understand now. We grew up together, and we have always been by each other's side. Since we don't have any blood ties, we are the ones who should be closest in this world. "I love you. Come back with me, okay?

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.”

Freedom. She sank into the sofa, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe deeply for the first time in what felt like years. Every tense muscle in her body loosened, and with each exhale, she released a fraction of the fear, guilt, and pressure that had clung to her for so long. The girl who had once been trapped, afraid to speak her mind, afraid to choose love openly, was gone. In her place stood a woman who had claimed her voice, her heart, and her life.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

I was wrong every time. This is freedom. Transforming, releasing my soul and setting her loose – that is the freedom I’ve been missing my entire life. Running on all fours through the rolling Vega hills with no map and no limitations, no hurdles to jump or weights slowing me down: it’s adrenaline like I’ve never experienced.

And somewhere in that breaking, in that complete and utter destruction of everything I'd known, I found something unexpected. Freedom. Not the happy kind, not the kind they write songs about. But freedom nonetheless—the freedom that comes from having nothing left to lose, nowhere left to fall. I pushed myself to my knees, then to my feet. My clothes were torn, my hands bloody, but I was still breathing. I was still here. And I was done—done trying to survive in a place that didn't want me, done being invisible to the one person who should have seen me most clearly. Done.