Free People Read Freely Novels & Stories

Instead, it tasted fresh: a bit bit like freedom would. Thousands of people - every age, every culture - and from their middle, colorful banners rose towards the sky. They were demanding it back: the life that had been taken from them by a year of longing, like a well deserved mouse from a hungry cat. Those who give up freedom for security will lose both. Slogans like this surrounded the lectern in the middle of the marketplace.

Sophia and Adrian slipped away from the main festivities, choosing instead the intimacy of a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree. Sophia’s heart pounded as she looked up at the star-studded sky, each twinkling light a reminder of the dreams they were ready to chase. “Adrian, do you ever wonder if we’re truly free?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “I do,” he admitted. “Freedom isn’t just about escaping the past or the noise of the world—it’s about embracing the future with all its uncertainties. And with you, I feel free to be who I truly am.”

At last— They were free.

" With that, he grabbed Clara's hand and walked away without looking back. I was already used to Marcus's contempt. I wasn't going to keep entangling myself with him anymore. If Clara could give up love for her dreams, why couldn't I give up a worthless man for my freedom? I wanted to see the world beyond this pack, too, just like Clara had.

“ You must be quite happy to stand inside this room, aren’t you? For a person like you to even get a chance to live your life is good enough but to think you are living such a wonderful life.” Moira belittled her without holding back, and though Levy did not wish to bother with her, she still looked at the woman in front of her and calmly said, “ Are you saying that reading a book is now a liberty that can only be enjoyed by a few? If that's the case then even a beggar is living a wonderful.”

Not to mention that even if my life was spared, what about Marcus and the others? “Crimes?” Marcus asked, this time with a sarcastic smile. “Oh, you mean my little speech the other day? Hardly a crime, wouldn’t you say?” “You spoke against the king!” “I will always speak out for the rights of any free man,” Marcus answered as they stood face to face. My heart sank. The rights of any free man? They were fighting for their freedom? I suddenly started to shiver. Back home, we too were prisoners of our own homes and land. Sold, because someone else had the power to do so. And I suddenly found myself wishing that someone would speak up for us. For my people…

So I try to see if I can move any other body part, anything at all. Toes, nope. legs, nope. arms, still nope. Damn it! I'm going to be a fucking vegetable for the rest of my life! That's just fan-diddly-fuckin-tastic. Fingers, nop- wait. Holy shit! I lifted my right index finger! Finally progress! "MILLIE GET IN HERE!" Alpha yells.

“Truth that cannot be rewritten by tyrants.” Sethis did not move when his turn came. The shadows around him opened like a wound, and Mae glimpsed a kingdom of night where people carried memory like sacred flame. She saw a civilization that worshiped choice, grief, dreams, and the right to say no even to gods. Then she saw it butchered by those who feared beings that could not be commanded. Sethis lowered his gaze. “Memory,” he said quietly. “Freedom.”

The day my brother, Aaron Payne, is abducted by human traffickers, an older woman in our town tells me that if I can come up with 80,000 dollars, I can get him back. Desperate to save him, I return to the home I haven't set foot in for two years and beg my wealthy parents for the money. But they fly into a rage. "We sent you two to the countryside to toughen you up, not to give you an excuse to scam us for money!" "Human traffickers? You really expect us to believe someone could kidnap a child and then just give him back? Stop making up stories." With nowhere else to turn, I hear that I can make money by selling a kidney. So that same day, I go under the knife. As soon as the anesthesi

I asked her gently, and she sat up in the chair. " My government cannot dictate to me who I can love and marry. I have rights, and I am a free woman," She said, and I smiled at her and leaned forward in my chair. " Freedom is an illusion, Ingrid. No one is ever truly free. As long as there are laws and there are punishments for breaking these laws, then we cannot say we are truly free." I said to her, and she did not respond. She couldn't. She had never thought of things in that manner before.