For Dreams To Freedom Novels & Stories

“I won't warn you twice. Follow me and you live.” Freedom sat in the air like a rumor and stabbed at me. Of course I wanted to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same images—the basement, the way his men watched me like I was property, the taste of humiliation, the sharp sting of being used—and my stomach clenched. Freedom was the only thing I had ever pictured in bright, warm colors since the day I realized the world had more than one option.

I knew I was going to doublecross mom at some point. Hell, I planned to betray mom after I get what I want. Williams and I were supposed to get everything, we were supposed to beat everyone to the prize. We had it all figured out already, and yet I feel the need to stick with Freddie, the allure of power made my pulse race. Freddie promised me answers, liberation from the confines of my current life, freedom to achieve all of my dreams and get everything I’ve ever wanted.

"You used to be so bright and full of life. Over time, I got used to you, and the spark faded. Then Leticia appeared, and things spiraled out of control. "But I can't let go of all these years. Come back with me, and we'll start fresh. Please." I never imagined Ayden could be this shameless to say he saw a younger version of me in her. How dare he! Leticia stood still, wiping away her tears and slowly coming back to her senses. "What about our child? If you don't care about our child, I'll just jump from here." Leticia ran to the bridge and looked at the surging river below.

I dream of finding a life that’s more than the constant monotony of scrubbing floors and fending off beatings. I’ll never get that life. Not when I’m around twenty and look around eighty. No one wants a mate with no ass and no tits. So I’m told. Lately I’ve felt less and less like staying. I’ve got nothing to live for and not much left to give. I sigh as I feel sleep enveloping me. Most nights my sleep is dreamless. Or so I suppose…but the last few weeks I dream of being free. The first few nights, I interpreted this as being free in the Moon Goddess’ realm. I assumed I was dead.

Many are grateful to have somewhere to escape to, but I only despair more, because in these dreams I'm free and don't have to worry about things, I even have others who defend me. What's worse for a slave than dreaming of a freedom they'll never have? My heart squeezes and this despair increases more, I don't want to sleep, I don't want to go to that damn place... Because waking up hurts more. It hurts to know that I can't even die... If I died, would I have a second chance? Would I have a different life? Ahh... That's it, that's the worst... I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to forget this, wishing I couldn't dream, I put the blanket over my body and took a deep breath, trying to clear my m

You never will so give up on your dreams and high ambitions because as long as I live, I will be your karma. I can never forget these words. I woke up hearing them over and over but never knew what he meant by being my karma and for some fucked up reason I don’t understand, these words are replaying in my head today of all days like a national anthem. I want to prove him wrong. Especially since this task is closely linked to him. I stop feasting on my finger tip. A chance at freedom will be my drive.

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.

Freedom. After all the blood, the secrets, the chains, we were finally free. Salvador’s word was ironclad; I knew it in my gut. No more debts hanging over me and Dre. No more looking over our shoulders. Dre sat in the passenger seat, quiet for once, staring out the window. “We did it, man,” he said finally, voice low. “It’s really over.”

"Elias." The name echoed across existence. And reality broke. The chains binding the Dreamer shattered in a storm of silver light. Fragments exploded across the heavens. Each piece becoming a star. A galaxy. A memory. The sound that followed was unlike anything the world had ever heard. Not an explosion. Not destruction. Freedom. The prison had broken. The Dreamer was free. The colossal eye in the sky widened completely. The hand pushing through reality clenched and relaxed for the first time.

I closed my eyes and listened to the music, allowing the melody to carry me through the memories I had once struggled so hard to escape. For the first time in years, I felt light. Free. Being single wasn’t so terrible after all. There was less trouble, less heartbreak, less stress, and less drama. And most importantly, there was peace. When the song ended, the vocalist stepped forward and addressed the crowd. “Anyone brave enough to come up here and sing with us?” he laughed as people began cheering. “All right, I’ll choose someone myself. That makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”