Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath, grateful for the fresh air and the relative quiet. “I can’t believe you did that,” I muttered, though my voice lacks the unbelievable edge I intended. My fingers twitch in his hand, but I don’t pull away. Mason grins down at me, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “What can I say? You inspire me to break the rules.” I rolled my eyes, though the faint smile tugging at my lips betrays me. “Well, next time, try not to break them in a library. And definitely not in Martha's presence.”

Her breathing was labored, and her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. As she fought off the guards, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake by choosing Liam over her father. The thought of dying alone and forgotten in this hellhole made her want to scream, but she knew that doing so would only waste precious energy that she couldn't afford to lose.

I was so restless and hated how uncomfortable I was feeling I got dressed while Danny recited the rules of our contract. Did I mention Danny and I signed a contract the first time I came to work for him “Whatever, he was my special guest okay…” “The one you brought to your dressing room…. Shania dear, why are we changing rules?” Danny asked with a frown and I ignored him. Rules were meant to be broken… For sex master, I was willing to break every rule I had “Danny, why don't you leave me alone huh…just…” I didn't even finish my sentence when the door opened and the most unfortunate person walked in. Dressed in a slim fit suit.

I couldn't touch her or confess to her how I felt because I was bound by the rules. Fuck the rules! That's why I need to fight for us and everyone who is facing the same thing. I know they can't speak it out because they're afraid of the consequences, I want to be their voice. I want to fight the councils and give them the freedom that they have been longing for centuries. I know it's not going to be easy but…I will give it my best. I would rather die fighting than live in regret like Nanny. As though Hazel sensed my fears, she turned around and looked at me with creased eyebrows.

My bedroom was just three rooms away but I felt a little thirsty, I went downstairs again to get a glass of water from the fridge, maybe juice. I opened the fridge and immediately after I closed it back, I turned around and saw Lisa walking In. She and I stared at each other. I noticed that her eyes lowered down a little and she was busy staring at the glass in my hand. The glass that I held was Christian favorite goblet. She got offended by that and attempted to take it away from me. For no just cause, I couldn't let her do that, I pulled away and she almost fell on the dishwasher. "Why do you always find a way to take whatever doesn't belong to you?".

She wished them dead and eaten by ants with no further remembrance. Jessie was under house arrest in a real sense. She wasn’t free to move about even in her new identity but the four charlatans were at large and could champion themselves with her downfall. Tamara and Jessie had the same DNA and many other similarities therefore; she couldn’t wait for the final conquest. She was a woman and yet she saw herself above the self-acclaimed freedom fighters.

She probably feared staining her mother's reputation. “It… it was a stupid mistake.” Yasmin suddenly blurted. “I was overwhelmed. The pressure, the constant supervision. I just—” “I know,” Mirena interrupted gently, eyes still fixed ahead. “You wanted a moment of freedom.” She added, glancing sideways at Yasmin at last. “After all, freedom is the oxygen of life, right?” Yasmin’s eyes widened slightly and a look of relief crosses her expression—almost like she'd found someone who finally understood her.

Mercy replied. Jasmine turned to Aurelian. “Take care of her.” “I will,” he promised, and Jasmine believed him without a single doubt. She turned and began to walk. She didn't move slowly or hesitantly; she walked with purpose. She did not look back, and she did not stop. With every step toward the gate, she left behind the bitterness, the longing, and the illusions of her old life. What remained was a pure, terrifying, and beautiful freedom. As she disappeared into the crowd, a new chapter began—one that was quiet, but entirely her own.

Especially when I know I might never get my freedom. My laptop screen is beginning to dim. I realized when I woke up in Adam's arms that this life was never going to be mine. This was the life of a woman who was free to love and trust. If I get my freedom, it will be at Adam's cost, and I will hurt the one man who has shown me what it's like to be cherished. And without betraying Adam, I can never taste freedom.

And I know he's tired too. "Third...your freedom. I don't understand, Jasmin. What freedom? Freedom from me? You want to be free? " Rhio shook his head. "I'm sorry. Once you come into my life Jasmin, you can never be free. You’re mine now. Only mine. Do you understand?" I just stared at him then closed my eyes. "Rhio...." He didn't look at me. I held on the blanket tightly as if my life depended on it. That if I let go…I’d fall on a steep cliff and die.