Free-spirited Woman Novels & Stories

I was the unlucky woman who had lost a baby-girl because of my own mistakes. But most of all… She was a free human. And I was a caged animal. ***

“Contactar a los espíritus!!” I looked towards who had just said those words, and so did everyone. They wondered why she had just said she was going to ‘contact the spirits.’ Who was the woman that just showed up?? The strange woman swarm forward, before settling in a standing position. With a rich dark skin, she looked entirely beautiful like Princess Jamine from an Aladdin classic. And she was clothed in the sacred blue, which by now I knew was the tribe’s color. “Maya, means water!” she spat viciously.

She’s a free-loving, free-spirited soul born a little too late to join the hippie movement of the sixties. “Easy, big guy.” She rolls over. “Don’t get jealous.” I don’t know how she reads my mind like that. Witchy woman. “How many?” I choke. She places her good hand flat on my chest and swings a leg over my lap, straddling me. “Listen to me, Tom. You don’t get to ask that.” “You’re right,” I say quickly. I’m way out of line. I don’t know why I feel so damn possessive of this woman. This woman who won’t be claimed.

one person whispered. "Yeah, she’s truly beautiful. Even as a woman, I’m captivated by her face. Too bad she’s all looks with no education or career. How could someone like her be worthy of the upper class?" "She’s probably here to freeload or stir up trouble," another woman speculated maliciously. "She wouldn’t dare. If she doesn’t want to disappear from this world quietly, she’d better behave."

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

Odessa was a social butterfly, a woman who had control of a wealthy crowd and brought them to their knees. Older women wished they were as young as she was, younger women wished they were as beautiful. Young men wished to have her as their wife, older men wanted her as a concubine, but Odessa wasn’t a woman to be tied down by matrimony. She was a free spirit, untethered from the world. Just like Scarlett. “Well, you should know that I have control over the people. Now, do you want to hear what I have to say?”

Beside her, a majestic white wolf shared the same ethereal luminosity, its fur dancing in the gentle breeze. Fear did not grip Amani; instead, she found peace in the presence of this extraordinary woman. She emanated a divine essence, transcending the limitations of mere mortals. Flames flickered around her, resembling a bird ablaze. Amani drew strength and hope from this extraordinary being, her very soul stirred by the woman's presence. The woman's message echoed within Amani's soul, urging her to stay resilient and not surrender, for her journey in this world remained incomplete, and she had much yet to accomplish.

"Don't forget that you're a woman who seeks neither fortune nor status, only sincerity. That's what draws him to you. I'll be leaving the capital for a while, so don't mess things up! Keep in mind that you're not like ordinary women. You're one of a kind; none can compare to you." Before she left, Mira gave her younger sister one final, piercing lecture, drilling the lesson deep into her mind. Having been doted on by their father and brothers, Freya was really just a spoiled brat with nothing truly unique about her. But that was exactly what Frederick liked, much to Mira's satisfaction. After Mira left, the real Linda came knocking at the door. Freya had been on the verge of impatience, but

I asked her and she looked at me with a smile. “With my foolish plans, that I don’t have answers for” she replied. “What are those plans?” I asked her and she chuckled a bit as if she was nervous. “Freedom” she said one word, but it felt as if it took all she had to say it. Like she had to pluck up all her courage just to say that one word. “Freedom?” I asked her and she nodded and closed her eyes once again. “I want to practise magic that helps people, for humans to know about our existence. I want women to be able to make their own decision. I want everyone to be free from this war, hunger, and conflict” she explained.

The sound grew closer and a woman ran out. Dark-skinned and green eyes. She had long, curly hair that reached her waist. Her generous breasts and curves would put any woman in present-day to shame. Freya admired the female from her hiding place. The woman had a narrow waist and her hip flared. She wore a simple hand-woven ensemble that hid her long legs. A male broke out of the tree line and Freya hid behind the tree again. The woman’s laughter grew louder and when Freya peeked again, the male had the woman pinned against a tree. Their intimate position brought the heat to Freya’s cheeks.