Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't want to admit to herself that she treats her as her role model and started abusing the power she holds and the authority she gained. She now felt the thick air and felt suffocated. It became harder and harder to breath and she clutched her chest trying to ease the pain. Drelia was also stunned, but unlike Aliza she immediately pulled herself together even with the anguish that was slowly eating her whole. She pulled Aliza towards Selmish and her son. "What the hell do you mean?" Although General Griffin sounded calm his heart was beating fast than anyone of them. His eyes started shaking so bad while looking up at Selmish who just stared at him in silence.

Title: My Forbidden Lover "Hurry, run." Charles told Jane as they ran through the hall into a store. "Over here Jane, listen, this is not a time to cry do you understand?" He shook her. "But why? Why didn't you tell me there is a blood sucking demon that hunts strangers if they try to sleep over. Why Charles? Why did you bring me here to die." she cried and hit him continuously. "Look at me, I will get you out of here alive, trust me but the thing is all doors are locked, you will keep going that way and I will go into the security room to unlock the doors and....."

"You dragged me up here in February as collateral and it took you five months and a war to learn how to open your hand. I watched you learn it. It nearly killed you both times. And now you're standing at your own glass in your own kingdom trying to give away the one thing you actually want in the entire world because some broken part of you still, still, thinks you don't get to keep good things." "Zariah-" My voice, raw at the edges. "You said there's nothing holding me here." She took another step. "You're right. No debt, no gun, no cage. Naomi gave me the card on the tarmac and told me I was the freest woman in Georgia and she wasn't wrong." Another step. She was close now, close enough th

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.