Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

I yawn and scratch the back of my head -“I’m tired.” “And starving.” We enter Vesper’s beautiful country house and turn to our left. “The quality of Baron’s blood supply is…questionable.” “Probably keeps the best for himself.” “Yes.” I yawn again. “He doesn’t take good care of the humans in his camps.” “Then it’s no wonder the neophytes in his ward are starting to attack the frees.” The frees are what we call humans that aren’t used as slaves, breeders or livestock. They are kept under heavy restrictions and oppressive laws, but they consider themselves the lucky ones. “Yeah. Things are going to get bad if he doesn’t start to rein it in soon.”

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

They had tried both approaches and although they both yielded results, one fetched them enemies and ensured they never had a base while the other made them what they were currently. “I’m waiting for an answer.” Alexander went through the shelf again, took out another book and returned to the table. Victor wasn’t ready to admit. “You see,” Alexander continued “Men would always find a way to break free from anything that looks like slavery or oppression. Sending a message, making threats and the likes would only corner them into a tight spot governed by fear. The same tool used to enforce slavery and oppression. And when they break free, depending on the hand you dealt them, they might not wan

He looked at me, waiting for a response, but it was Joseph who spoke up first. “Yes, he did,” Joseph said, his voice steady, but I could hear the underlying strain. “But it’s a lot to take in. We’re still processing it all.” “Belvarian Liberation,” Joseph said, his voice flat as he repeated the words. Frederick nodded firmly. “Yes, liberation of our people all over the world. No more slaves. Our people deserve rights, no matter where we choose to live. That’s what we’re fighting for,” Frederick said, his tone filled with passion. Joseph scoffed beside me, his scepticism clear.

She was clearly nervous, even terrified, yet she went on anyway: “I have decided that we can no longer call ourselves a civilized country if we also condone such treatment of our fellow human beings, be they mortal or immortal. The painful conditions that mortals endure breeds dissent, and tears our nation apart when we must be at our most unified. To have a unified society, we must have a free society—one where all men and women are treated fairly, and are appropriately compensated for their work. As such, I am announcing the end of mortal servitude.” The mortals erupted into a deafening applause. Shocked immortals shouted their protests—words like “Disgraceful!” or “This is treason!” But t

Felix sighed, trying to reason with me, defending her. "Kathy, stop being so stubborn. If you're struggling, then let go of that useless pride." After a pause, he added, "If you don't like those jobs, then just come back and serve me. I'll pay you generously." I drew in a deep breath, forcing down my irritation. I truly couldn't understand why they all assumed I was miserable. In their eyes, I was someone undeserving of a good life.

"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed." — Martin Luther King Jr. Chapter 59 “Zeynep!” Yusuf called out, making everyone look in my direction. I suddenly felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “W…welcome,” I managed to stutter. “I…I hope you had a pleasant journey.” “What does a local village girl like you know about a ‘pleasant journey’? Have you ever seen a plane before?” Kamir retorted.

—he chuckled—"valuing humility and justice against oppression. Sacrifice for the greater good." "First of all"—I turned to face him fully so I could point my finger in his face because that's what you do when you're annoyed with a fairy king—"we are a nation founded on the right of religious freedom, not only the right to be Christian." "Freedom; another slave ideal." He laughed and batted away my finger as if it were a fly "Are you kidding me?" I gaped at him. "As if you'd want to be enslaved?"

Our wings of freedom were finally released. "From what I understand from these lines, it's pretty obvious that this line pertains to what happened in the City. They've succeeded in their operation. The second line-" And now as we bring humanity to its personal highness and paradise, they will take our wings and flee with us in seek of their freedom.

Maisie said, "I thought you'd call me foolish for standing by him when he was down, only to step aside for his mistress now that he's successful." "What's foolish about that?" Quincy replied. "Forcing yourself to live a life that doesn't make you happy just to please others? Now that's foolish." After hanging up, Maisie sank into her couch, lost in thought. Life felt like a windup toy. Every day, she wound herself tightly and danced through laughter and cheer, attracting countless admirers with her vibrancy. But now, she just wanted to set herself aside and gather dust. There was a certain comfort in letting herself fall apart—at least she'd be comfortable.