Free Man Writer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But I'd rather die on my own terms than at the hands of the Mafia. Without hesitation, I took the leap of faith, plummeting towards the ground with a sense of freedom I'd never known before. ~~~~ This is Garvin's (The Reaper's) and Sage's love story. If you liked You Broke Me First, then try out this story. I promise it has more plot twists, interesting characters, suspense and good background story. Book title: The Reaper's Prey. ~~~~ Excerpt. I thought I was free from the grips of Frederick, the man who caused me so much pain, but little did I know he would come knocking on my door the next moment.

“All I want is you. With me. Wherever you want, Goldie. I can’t be without you.” “I think it’d be a poetic ending if Daisy made her dreams come true from the small town she left in the first place.” “You’d move back to Sutten? What about being an author?” Mare leans into my touch. “I hear the man I’m in love with is building me a house with a breakfast nook I’d love to write at.” “I’ll build you ten,” I say through the emotion clogging my throat. “So what’s the ending going to be?”

I was dead. So, a fire was lit, starting right from the master bedroom of the Miller estate. Scorching heat rushed over Ethan, the bright flames illuminating his pale face. He didn’t run or call for help. He just stood there, pulling out the very knife he had once confiscated from my hands and driving it into his own neck. As blood splattered everywhere, the red glow of the fire burst into the sky. Just like that, everything was burned to ashes and wiped away. At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end.

No more fear. I could go to Florida. I could wear cheap sundresses. I could be normal. I look at the empty office beyond the glass. I picture Dominik walking into the Iron Works. I picture the muzzle flashes from the catwalks. I picture him falling, his white shirt stained red, that arrogant light in his eyes extinguished forever. I picture the woman from the bathroom. I don't know her name. I don't know her boss. They offered me freedom, but they’re strangers. How do I know I can trust them?

Dear Rudra, How do I tell you how much sorry I am. If I had only knew you were leaving I would have not avoided you. I also don't know why I got angry with you so much but maybe I do consider you important in life. I also don't know this feeling but I know that I care about you lot. Look at me writing all this thing. You were right we always portray over emotions well in writing. I wish we could keep contact through our letters. Your wife, Manvi.

"I'm the man who makes your life miserable. And after fucking you senseless, you won't stop thinking about it. I'm the asshole that will take away your virtue. The one you will masturbate to get off. I'm the guy who will destroy any competition, especially when it comes to men in and outside I*, your fiancée included. So, do yourself a favor and keep your pussy-my pussy-as far away from all of them as possible. Understood?" His tight chest and hard abs against Freya's soft body. His tall, commanding figure enveloped her small one into submission. "What makes you think that I will listen to this rubbish that you are spilling? Dante, you don't own me," Freya said through gritted teeth. "You-"

He exclaimed, "Oh, no, you're not leaving! You're coming back to Bonhaven with me!" I struggled against his grip and repeatedly rammed against the wall, hoping the noise would attract attention and get someone to break into the lounge. "In your dreams! Didn't you hear a single word I said to Hayden? He and I are divorced!" John kept his vise-like grip on me as he texted Hayden with his free hand. "Don't worry, man. She's not going anywhere as long as I'm here!" I was no match for John. He dragged me into a corner and produced a roughspun rope from somewhere. As he bound my wrists and ankles together, he said, "Sorry, Elena. Just bear with this for a bit. Good things are waiting for us back i

Most of the time I could sit down and meditate upon my life and I will conclude by terming my life “Abduction of mind” The morals of the kingdom were very clear on the roles of a man and women in the society. The morals were spelled out very clearly and being a community that embraces our culture with both hands, therefore, it is an assumption if not factual that everyone ought to have known the dictates of morals. I was not free, especially when I was excluded and submitted to frustrations that led me not to discharge manhood responsibilities. Love did all these to me. I missed my manhood freedom day in day out. Things were terrible. I felt the heat of love, the warmth of love had a differe

One in front of the other. “What’s your name?” the man asked, his deep voice startling me in the otherwise quiet woods and my head snapped up so quickly that a wave of dizziness took over me for a moment. “Freya.” I uttered eventually and he smiled. “Pretty name. Freya I’m Damian.” He stated and the second his name left his lips I felt all hope come crashing down around me.

Like I expected leaving to hurt in a different way. Manny drops down beside me with a grunt, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He looks the same as always—unbothered, unhurried, permanently settled. Manny has the posture of a man who knows exactly where he’ll be sleeping for the rest of his life. “Release day,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Look at you. Free man and shit.” I snort softly. “Don’t say it like that. Makes it feel unreal.”