Novel & Cerita Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller

Kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Her breathing turned shallow as the world started spinning around her eyes. Adrian then pulled off with a pop. She continued struggling against his grip, clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to break free. Adrian tightened his hold just enough to keep her from slipping away before reaching into his coat pocket. "You are free to resist me," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I am free to cage you." A cold shiver raced down her spine. Her gaze dropped to his hand.

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature. If there’s anything to take home as a lesson IF I ever get out of this place, it is to avoid books that tell nothing but lies. Then again... Alongside the heat of anger is the reminder of Jay’s face. If I’m not well versed in the language men speak, I would have said he looked worn down with defeat. But I’m done. I’m done with this lies. I won’t jump into another gilded cage because some dark haired, brown skinned man with the eyes of a siren thinks we’re fated to be.

She was playing a dangerous game, trapped between a father’s love and a son’s desire, while an enemy stood at the gates with a shovel, ready to bury her. As she stared at the door, she realized the "forbidden" nature of her life wasn't just a thrill anymore. It was a noose, and it was tightening. She wanted Jayden to be with anyone he wants, even though it will hurt, but not Scarlett of all people. That night, Lena dreamt of a house made of glass and Scarlett standing outside with a handful of stone s, waiting for the perfect moment to shatter everything.

Serena’s POV Lila’s words hung in the air like thick smoke and it was suffocating me. “Then you better be ready to bleed,” she said, her smirk sharp as she raised her whiskey glass. My hands trembled, as rage and fear twisted in my gut. The idea of surrendering to Daniel Hawthorne’s disgusting proposal to become his mistress made my skin crawl. But Lila’s insistence that I had no other way out slapped me even though it was the truth.

’ ‘It’s only when we are out in public and you don’t have to cover up as much as the women and girls who are born in this country’ Jasmine looked unhappy but Aurora would not let it go, ‘Why do you let them? This is the twenty-first century, who the fuck do they think they are? Jasmine was close to tears, not for herself but for her brother, she knew he wanted to propose to Aurora but she would never accept the restrictions their country placed on her as she proved with her next sentence, ‘’Sorry Jasmine, but thank God I don’t live in such a backward country.’

Jasmine looked into Jackson's eyes and said, "I am a girl full of shame and sin. This is my true place, and I hope you understand." "No! This is not your place; I will ask that man to let you go. Whatever it takes, I will pay him; the most important thing is for you to be free." "You're late; maybe when you came before I was here, I would have accepted your offer. But right now, I can't accept your offer. I am a despicable woman who has slept with many men. You can sleep with me anytime you want," Jasmine explained, and she walked away, leaving Jackson alone outside the club.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.