Fractured Freedom Novels & Stories

This was a pivotal moment, a turning point in my life, and I found myself yearning for a new beginning. In that moment, I vowed to break free, to untangle myself from this oppressive hold. The flame of resilience flickered within me, refusing to be extinguished. I knew that the path ahead would be treacherous, and the road to freedom would be paved with uncertainty, but I was determined to take the first step.

I could tell that he was the kind who would betray the world just to be with her. It finally hit me. Selene, the radiant moon I once cherished, could choose to shine her light on anyone she wanted. And I no longer deserved it. I'd lost my privileges a long time ago.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

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!"

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

The airport was freezing cold at night, and it was pouring heavily outside. Jessica's post on social media ruffled my feathers to no end. I gripped my phone tightly, resisting the urge to throw it. This was the 99th time Derrick had stood me up. An uncontrollable tremble ran through me. The last trace of hope in my heart had utterly vanished. Just a week ago, Derrick had publicly abandoned me at a banquet, exposing me to ridicule and scorn, all because Jessica had been locked out of her house.

However, Larry just found it laughable. "The Northern Trade Center had just had a terrorist attack yesterday, and the healing center is full of injured and wounded pack members. And yet, you still had time to think about decorum?" Erina's expression finally turned cold. "I was also traumatized. The scratches caused by the silver dust don't feel great. And besides, the pack has its own funds. You should not need to use your own money to fill in the gaps."

I’m not fixed, I still have nights where the fear creeps in and I check the locks twice instead of once, I still flinch when a man raises his voice on TV, I still carry Marcus like a scar even though he doesn’t get to be a wound anymore, but scars mean you survived and I did, I survived, and more than that I learned how to live, how to want things and let myself have them, how to love without losing myself, how to be a mother without being afraid, how to be a woman without apologizing for the space I take up. Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with no

A crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Maybe one day that crack would grow into something bigger. But today, it was just a crack.

A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billion people to know. My phone vibrated in my pocket interrupting my thoughts. "Hello?" I answered, unfocused still watching as students walk to school ready to start another uneventful day, tired, not aware that they are at their best days, where they still can dream and be free in imagining their future, no matter how sad their life gets, they still have hope. It was never late for them to fix their mistakes, it's never late for anyone, however, they are still young and still trying to understand life. Didn't we all try to d