Free-spirited Woman Novels & Stories

Slate's POV---- I looked back down the stairs searching for the woman who smelled like cedar and honeysuckle. "We have to keep our distance for awhile until we can get them alone to explain to them what is happening," Minerva whispered beside me. I glanced at her to see a smile plastered on her face but eyes searching for her mate. I took another look across the bottom floor when I caught the eye of a beautiful human. She had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had a simple lavender dress that hugged all of her curves just right. "Mate," said Erebus.

Natalie said fiercely. "I can guarantee that as long as I am alive, she will definitely not die," Sean promised. "You and Eli have known each other since you were kids. You should know her as well as I do. She is a simple, righteous and straightforward woman. She can be quite impulsive but she is kind and she had never schemed against others. She hated being restrained and she liked to live in freedom. She will do anything she wants to do. She is a person with an unquenchable thirst for freedom.

To them, he was the man Senna had saved. Later today, I decided to take a walk around the estate, and there, I met an older woman who I sat with. She was adorable. A spinster who had divorced her 'good for nothing' husband twenty years ago and decided that being single was the best. She could have any man she wanted to walk out of a relationship without that attachment that came with marriage. I fucked with her statement. Not being answerable to anyone was the best freedom anyone could ask for, and now that I thought of it, marriage had never crossed my mind.

Unreachable, the guard is very tight against that woman” reported a woman dressed as a ser**nt in the kingdom. When I got the order to spy on the king’s mate, I never thought I would find my mate here. As someone who had been expelled from the kingdom for killing someone out of jealousy that woman found her mate and left me, so I took her from his mate, but I didn’t expect that I also had my own mate and found her 4 years later in the

Just a woman who needed to make herself more than the sum of a deal. Freedom wasn’t light. It was heavy. Because this time, no one else would carry it for me. I dressed without care: soft loungewear in a muddled shade of mauve, joggers that clung at the ankles, a loose top that slid off one shoulder. Sneakers, scuffed at the toes. I yanked my hair into a ponytail, tugging until it was too tight, until it pulled at my temples. Good. Let the ache remind me I was awake, not dreaming.

"She just wants to have fun, Andro. Nothing else." Andro sighed, his shoulders slumping, his gaze fixed on the floor. He knew Aaron was right, he knew Ganaesly was not the type of woman who was looking for a serious relationship. He knew she was a free spirit, a wild heart, a woman who lived life on her own terms, a woman who wasn't interested in settling down. "I just want to have fun too," Andro said, his voice laced with a hint of defiance, his eyes fixed on Aaron, his gaze unwavering. "What's wrong with that?"

Brown was arge woman, embodied a confident and adventurous spirit, defying her age with radiant youthful energy and playful charm. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, betraying a deep-seated desire for excitement and passion. She was irresistibly drawn to the idea of exploring physical connections with someone younger, like Vicky, perhaps seeking a sense of rejuvenation, a fresh perspective, or a fleeting escape from the weight of her years.

After laughing like a lunatic for a while, she pulled her arm off my grip, resumed smirking. "Point of correction..." She poked my arm with her index finger, then flipped her long, blonde hair past her shoulder. "I'm not a typical woman. I'm a pained woman with a dark past. I'm a woman who's in love with only one man. I'm a woman with a heart of stone. I'm a woman who can… do anything to get what she wants." I furrowed my eyes at her, so surprised to see her this way. Upset, I stated in a whisper, "You won't gain anything from this. Work on yourself instead. Please."

The coppery tang of blood spread into my mouth, and I balled out the blood and spat it out flexing my jaw. I guess I deserved that. "You don't know me!" She screamed, her voice full of pain and hurting. "You have no idea what I've been through and why I make the kind of choices I do!" I have never seen Freya like this. So expressive and passionate about other things aside from men. I had always thought she was just a blonde bimbo with air for a brain, but this right now… spoke of a story of a woman who's been through a lot.

"It's just that I am frustrated out of my mind. I shouldn't be here. I have a life, I was about to get married." "You know, other girls cower and cry when they get here, like, they let themselves become slaves." Cassandra nodded and looked down at her food. "I am not other girls..." "That is why I like you. I wish every woman would possess this fiery spirit, the need to stand up and fight for themselves, even if they don't see themselves winning, at least try."