Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"

"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.

The second she saw my red eyes, she knew. She calmly took the shirt from me. "Maybe Ava or one of the girls left it here when they brought their boyfriends over." I lowered my head, hands shaking. Not from sadness. From disgust. Yvonne clearly got the wrong idea. She lifted a hand and brushed my cheek, almost compulsively. "Jared, know what I like most about you?" Before I could answer, she answered herself. "Obedient." I'd heard that word more times than I could count.

Alone. For the first time in my life. A tear slid down my cheek… But this time? I didn’t wipe it away. Because this wasn’t just sadness. It was something else. Something new. Freedom. And somewhere deep down… I felt it. This wasn’t the end of my story. It was the beginning. Jasmine – POV (Florida – Arrival) I walked toward the airport exit, heart still racing from everything I left behind. No phone. No money. No name.

The moment the car stopped, I unlocked the door and jumped out. I ran straight for the gate. My fingers slammed against the exit button. Nothing. I pressed it again. And again. Still nothing. “Jasmine...” Mr. Lincoln called from behind me. “Get inside the house. Now.” I ignored him. The button. I just needed the stupid button to work. I jabbed it repeatedly, my vision beginning to blur. The air suddenly felt too thick. Too heavy. Too suffocating. All my life, I had tried to do the right thing.

JASMINE I knew, logically, I should say no. I knew I should reject the far-too-smug alpha. But something inside me wouldn’t allow me to do it. I had been feeling a yearning blossom within me. I loved how he broke down all my barriers and made me feel desired. After being Perfect Jasmine for so many years, it was energizing to do something so rebellious and wrong for once in my life.

“No! You can't do this to me. Caspian, have you forgotten the good times we shared? I did all of this for you. How could you sentence me this way!” She screamed and yelled, but no one was willing to listen to her. Seeing how everyone went dead at her pleas, reminded me of the time I also begged to be set free, but no one was willing to listen to me. They hated and scorned me. No one was willing to be associated with me. To make things worse, all of these things happened because of Jasmin. She constantly lied against me and I got punished so many times for crimes she committed. I can't even begin to recall all the times.

Besides, she herself didn't want to keep Beth and Jonathan with her. All her life she has been under their care and was forced to listen to them, they always made decisions for her, the decisions that she had to follow. Because of them Jasmine would always have to pretend to be the good girl, the perfect girl who always smile and was always timid, but after she started living with Nathan and tasted the fruit of freedom, she can no longer leave it! She craved the freedom, and she loved her space and she can no longer lose it. So she didn't even talk to Nathan about letting her parents stay with him.

She knew that this struggle wasn't over, but for now, she had to accept the reality that her freedom was still out of reach. In silence, Jasmine vowed to herself not to give up. Somehow, she would find a way out of this prison without bars. And when that time came, she would prove to Seth that love could never be forced or controlled. True love is about freedom and trust, two things she would fight for with all her strength.

Mirabella's pov Freedom tastes intoxicating—like the first breath of air after being buried alive or the burn of liquor sliding down your throat when you’ve been denied it for too long. The problem? It’s easy to overindulge, to forget boundaries and consequences in the haze of liberation. That’s how I've ended up reeling in my newfound freedom, enjoying it recklessly, as though it could be snatched away at any moment. Last night was no different. Somewhere between the bottom of my glass and the dimly lit dance floor, I found myself entangled with a stranger. A hot, handsome stranger who now lay beside me, his toned chest rising and falling in the soft morning light.