Free Man Writer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He chose a rose; I opted for a distant mountain. He promised that once everything settled, he would take me back home to marry me and ensure a peaceful life together. Unfortunately, he went missing shortly after making that vow. "What's this?" Luna ripped open my long sleeve, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You little tramp! You're trying to seduce someone, and it's pretty low. Let's just take it out!" "No!" I shouted in panic, my heart racing. This was the only link I had left to Clint. It was my reason to endure each day on this desolate island.

, the man stuttered out, his eyes racing around the room but the angle at which Alan held him, it would take a trained eye to catch that the man was in trouble. “Harmless talking and harmless flirting?”, Alan mused, looking down at the man. “No man. I swear, I didn't know she was taken. I'll back off, no biggie man”, she man bargained. “Should I let him off the hook?”, Alan asked a smiling Freya who prepared gin and tonic and passed it to a drunk woman who was rambling away about guys and orangutans. “Nah, this looks too interesting. Work does get boring”, Freya shrugged, eyeing Alan with a look Alan knew all too well from his interactions with her.

I really don't know why I'm telling him this, but my brain ceased to function around him. Victor's lips curved. "And you're struggling with that?" "I'm struggling to make him believable." I set my wine down, needing my hands to do something other than shake. "Men like that don't exist in real life. It's fantasy." "Is it?" The question hung between us. "I think," he said slowly, "that you've been writing about the wrong men. Men who ask permission." He leaned closer. "What would happen if you wrote a man who simply... took what he wanted?"

She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.

the man asked, shaking his head. “Give it up, Fame. You’re locked in here. She doesn’t even think about you anymore.” Fame turned his head slowly, his fiery gaze meeting the man’s. His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Say that again,” he whispered. The man hesitated, then let out a nervous laugh, raising his hands in surrender. “Just saying, man. What can you even do? You’re trapped, same as the rest of us.” Fame’s smirk widened.

"You should rethink that. After the engagement party, you won't be a free man anymore." I took one more look at Jimena, who did not get one step further, cleaning the windows. "I can assure you, Dante," I let out a deep breath, turning away to make my exit. "I will never stop being a free man."

In a second I took in a rib lift of air and almost burst into tears, freedom tasted so good. Five long years and I'm finally out. It feels like it's been forever. My eyes swivel around, expecting to see my man; tall, bearded, lanky, and dressed like he just rolled out of bed. I'll admit he was a mess, but he was my mess and unlike my dad, I didn't have to fish him out of the gutters in the evening, so it was a win right? I began to sway after the first 10 minutes of waiting, 10 extra minutes past and still nothing. Did he forget? I adore my man but he'd forget his legs going out if he could.

Better, that is what I have been craving for. I walk straight to my desk, sit down and open my laptop. The screen glows softly in the darkness as my writer's author page appears. A. This is my real world. A place where I can finally be myself and I don’t have to deal with him. This is also my little secret no one knows about. I'm a fictional story writer. My fingers move fast over the keyboard. Tonight’s chapter came out harsher than usual. I intentionally make the man who thinks he is perfect in my story lose everything all of the sudden without any good for it because it makes me remember someone I don't want to. Piece by piece, I destroyed him harder than I originally intended.

He imagined the woman he met to be the shining light that suddenly blurred something into his empty void life. In his words, she was light, his salvation and the one thing that broke off every chain he left but no he didn’t think of her as a property but he made attempts to make her feel seen, feel safe , feel loved and wanted. So would you say Mr Freeman was madly in-love with her or it was just a silly obsession on his end. Not at all sir, but I would personally say Mr freeman loved her in ways beyond human description every word he said about her never objectified her as a tool to satisfy his sexual urge.

In the edited picture, Mannie looked like she was being held around the waist. The man’s hand was gripping her tightly—too tightly. Her face had been changed. Instead of fear, she looked… like she was smiling at him. Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. I grinned. I sent my editor an extra tip. Then I stretched my fingers and whispered, “Now… let me send this to Dominic.” I wondered how he would react. Would he be angry?Would he stop trusting Mannie? Would they fight? “Will Mannie finally be pushed aside?” I whispered to myself.