Fractured Freedom Novelas e Histórias

“Not while I still breathe.” The shadows recoiled, just slightly, as if startled by her defiance. But they did not retreat. They twisted, contorting into grotesque shapes that mirrored her own fears—faces drawn from memory and doubt. Her own reflection stared back at her in the dark, hollow-eyed and broken. You cannot lead them. You will break them as you are breaking now. Better to wither quietly than to drag others with you. Mirra’s teeth bared. She dug her fingers into the dirt until her nails bled, grounding herself in the raw, unyielding pulse of the earth beneath. “You are wrong,” she hissed, fury cracking her voice.

He instilled in them the importance of patience, resilience, and the recognition that the journey to freedom would be fraught with perilous twists and turns. The clandestine gatherings became a refuge for the oppressed, a sanctuary where the embers of hope flickered defiantly against the prevailing darkness. Maximus, once a gladiator in the coliseum, had metamorphosed into a beacon of liberation, challenging the very foundations of the palace that held him captive.

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

I was a naive girl who was desperate for her father to finally show her even a sliver of affection for once but he just shrugged me off and sent me away. Sent me away to my own hell where Raul's abuse completely broke me for a very long time. He's scarred me. Bad. But I use those scars as motivation to keep my head up. Can't have the crown falling, now can we? I hadn't even realized that the car was parked while Luciano was getting my luggage from the trunk. I grumbled before lunging out of the car, ready to carry them myself but he already had everything, leaving me with that tiny suitcase, once again.

Seven years ago, we married in the heat of our passion, only to separate in the same fervor. Chandler held me then, promising he'd always wait for me. We had so much time ahead of us, or so we thought. Everything had changed when I got back. We could've been together forever, but there was no longer a future for us now. I whispered softly, "Chandler, it's over between us."

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

they were nothing I’d ever seen. A loud crack sounded from underneath us and Elijah’s running stopped completely. The ground shifted under his feet and our bodies collapsed into the the crack that was forming. A hand clasped my arm and pulled me from Elijah’s grasp with ease. “I’ve never seen someone wish death upon themselves so badly before.” Rhyland spoke but his voice was toned with what sounded like a dimension of four other voices. His expression was something I’ve never seen but oddly.. I wasn’t scared. Rhyland pushed me behind his muscular figure while Elijah stood trapped in the cracked stones. His fingers gripped the side of the earth as the crack broke open a bit more.

Bruise after bruise, one shattered piece after another…I would burn into ash and dust if it meant freedom on the other side. So yes, I waited. Practically begging inside.

Nothing, not fear, not pain, not betrayal, could stop her from reclaiming her freedom. Cynthia’s eyes hardened as she stared into the shadows. They might have captured her body, but they would never capture her spirit. She would survive. She would fight. And she would find her way back to the life she knew, to the people she loved. The struggle for freedom was just beginning, and Cynthia was ready for it.

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.