Free-spirited Woman Novels & Stories

"In my country, all women get paid for what they do. She can decide what kind of life she wants.” An indescribable emotion took over my mind, and I thought of the time in Werebird Country. The women who run free in the mountains, the women who smile brightly and confidently. An idea emerged in my mind, quickly taking root and sprouting, lingering. “No! She's not going with you, I am!”

They're just sending you off to die, so grow a brain instead of dying like cannon fodder. The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly but could not actually agree at all. After all, she was basically cut off from the outside world and had not the faintest idea what the spiritron vein was. If anything, she was convinced that Sally was trying to deceive her and found it amusing. Seeing that the middle-aged woman just doomed herself and was nothing to her anyway, Sally did not try to convince her further and instead turned to Frank. "You're lucky. You don't often run into ignorant people like her—it's so fun you get to play wolf in sheep's clothing all you want."

She looked like a civilian. She didn’t feel like one. The woman stood up smoothly. “You ready to step out?” Calla frowned. “For what?” The woman tilted her head slightly and lowered her glasses just enough to reveal sharp, dark eyes. “You said you wanted freedom.” Calla blinked. “Excuse me?” “I’m your tail for the day. Killian’s orders.” She adjusted her sleeve casually. “No men in suits. No SUVs. Just two women on the town. You get to breathe. Shop. Touch grass. Whatever it is you crave.”

There was still so much that they needed to work through, but right now, the only thing that mattered was that she met with the woman. "Come on in, Sandra,” Mary said and Sandra remembered that the woman was a wolf too. She had been away from them and she had almost forgotten that she had wolves in her family too. Maybe it was a good thing that she was one too because this time, they wouldn't be able to push her around like some expendable. She would fight for her right and her freedom, something many would probably think was insane. But then if you went through what Sandra had too, then it would be easier to understand the woman. She was a fire-breathing dragon, and a pissed one.

The woman pointed at James and questioned Lesia and Yianni, “Which one of you made him a fool? Who took away his intelligence and left him adorably stupid? I can’t wait to take him to bed.” James was rendered speechless. Lesia and Yianni exchanged glances, covering their mouths to hide their laughter. “If he’s a fool, how did he make you want to help him seize the position of Supreme Path?” The woman burst into laughter, making her even more captivating. James realized Harper, who resembled Sophie, was indeed an enchantress. Her every move exuded natural charm, not the result of training but because of her Enchantment Body. She was a mesmerizing woman, on par with his wife, Lesia, and Yehri.

The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

"Dear, God might be real but does your God help you when you ask him to save you? Is your God fair to you? No, he's superficial. He is indeed true, but we, as humans, can only determine our own fate. If you won't do any movement, you won't grow. Since the day you became invisible to them, you have worn a mask that you will never take off. Your family, your boyfriend's family, they are no good but an obstacle to your happiness. And I know, you feel the same way as I do. Take my hand, and let's escape this darkness." That strange and mysterious woman. She's not even sure who exactly that person is but that person is her savior. Indeed, she really wanted to escape from the darkness of her life.

Rubi's tender gaze lingered on the lush swell of Savita's breasts, which still showed the pink flush of their arousal. A sweet, relaxed smile spread across Savita’s face, radiating deep contentment. “Yes, dear,” she replied. “I now feel like a free woman, truly free, inside and out. It’s a freedom I haven’t known in years, perhaps ever. I honestly fear what I would have done without you guys—without this love, this liberation you’ve both given me.”

I have heard rumours that there is another shifter hanging around my pack territory, and I need to go check it out, I have no idea what shifter it is or anything really, I know is she is a female, but a rouge is a rouge no matter female or male and we do not tolerate rouges in my pack land. As I went looking for the intruder, I come across a stunning chestnut filly drinking water from one out creek. She was one of the most stunning creatures I have ever laid my eyes on. I have been looking at getting myself a nee horse to bring on to have something for myself to do to take some away from alpha deities, she looks perfect, I bet she will be a right handful, but she is a challenge I am wanting

freedom. I stretched my arms outwards and allowed my body to drift deeper. My hair floated around my face like dark ribbons, moving with the current. Tiny creatures passed me without fear. Some disappeared between rocks, while others moved in little groups as if they had somewhere important to be. I wanted to follow them. I wanted to see everything. For once, nobody was telling me where I could go. Nobody was telling me what I could wear. Nobody was telling me what I was allowed to feel. No one was telling me what kind of woman I had to become. I was simply Elara...Just Elara. And perhaps that was enough.