Finding Freedom Novels & Stories

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.

With Nate by my side, I knew that we would face the challenges ahead, hand in hand. In that passionate exchange, I understood that being free wasn't about escaping responsibilities, but about finding the courage to redefine them on my terms. With Nate, I would embark on a journey of self-discovery and love, embracing the complexities of being a Luna while forging my path to freedom. Together, we would create a world where love and liberation intertwined, and where I could be both the Luna and the free spirit that resided within me.

I was furious but stuck in a silent torment. I watched them act all lovey-dovey until I was given a second life. And this time, I finally understood—there was nothing more important than becoming the best version of myself and repaying the country.

No one even knew who she was at first. "An immoral woman who had a child out of wedlock." "A mentally unstable drunk driver." "If you're sick, get treatment. If you can't be cured, then just die!" Quentin's words cut deep, each one like a knife to my heart. The person Quentin tore apart with his harshest words and judged with the most hatred was me—the woman he'd loved for five years—and our three-year-old Ruby. Quentin loved kids. That was exactly why, when I found out I was pregnant, I told him right away and decided to have Ruby, even though the pressure was overwhelming.

You don't need to be so dramatic. "And anyway, I agreed to the divorce you proposed. Do you have to keep sulking all day?" That day, I worked overtime until very late. I was trapped in the elevator, shivering with fear. The elevator lost power and my phone was about to die. My claustrophobia kicked in. Trembling, I called Ayden. But in return, he replied, "Can't you figure it out yourself? I'm busy." My phone ran out of battery, and I also fell into a coma.

“Yvette, you gave up Orion. I didn’t take him from you. “Orion is such a good person. On the day you registered your marriage, I only said I needed him. I never expected him to come without hesitation. “Yes, you’re right. “He does have me in his heart. Since you don’t want him anymore, I’ll take him.” I put down the phone and looked at the endless grassland. I only found Natalie both ridiculous and pitiful. But all of this no longer had anything to do with me. I would live freely and recklessly, just like before I ever met Orion. That was who I really was.

The way he looked at Charlie was full of disappointment, as if he were the one being abandoned. Megan's eyes were full of tears. She broke free from Jamie and grabbed my hands. "Ida, I really love Charlie! Please set him free and let us be together, okay? I swear I'll treat Nigel well. I'll never have children of my own! I'll treat Nigel like my own son!" I stood there like some unforgivable villainess. But… I wanted the divorce, too! I did not want to dig into what had happened during that one short month as I straightened up and looked at Charlie. "Charlie, if you won't finalize the divorce with me, I'll file it on my own."

The ability to fly, to go where you wanted, to be who you wanted to be. As she walked, she heard the laughter of children playing, a sound that filled her heart with warmth. Freedom was the smile on a child’s face, the warm embrace of a loved one. It was the ability to speak your mind, to have a voice, to be heard. And it was the courage to be kind, to stand up for what was right. Freedom was the light in the dark, the spark that started a brand new start. It was the fire that burned in her soul, the spirit that kept her going.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon

He'd given me such a hard, unwelcoming look that a chill ran up my spine, causing me to shrink away from him instinctively. For a long while, we didn't speak. On our break between classes, the idea of sneaking past him while he was napping freaked me out so much that I decided to climb out the window just to get to the water cooler. It was my first time climbing out a window, and I'd unceremoniously fallen flat on my butt. "Pft!" I heard someone sputtering overhead, only to look up and see Julian leaning against the window ledge, grinning at me.