Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

Finally, one of the protesters, a burly man with a weathered face and a deep, booming voice, stepped forward. "We want freedom!" he declared, his voice filled with passion. "Freedom from what?" I asked, meeting his gaze steadily. "Freedom from oppression, from unfair treatment," he replied. "We are tired of living in fear, tired of being treated as lesser citizens. We want the same rights and opportunities as everyone else." "And who do you believe is oppressing you?" I pressed. He glanced at the nobles, and a murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd of protesters. "The nobles," he said bluntly. "They hoard the wealth, the land, and the power. We toil and suffer while they live in luxur

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze. “Father, are you buying your daughter’s freedom, or are you sending away a beggar? 250 million and the villa on the coast, or else get your princess down here to sign the papers,” I said with a calm voice that made his outburst earlier seem like an ungrateful child throwing a tantrum. “Just sign the papers,” he said with a voice that was meant to sound calm, yet the anger beneath it could not be covered up. Pathetic. They were all pathetic and filthy people who only knew how to exploit others. Did they really think me signing a contract would make me disappear forever? I smiled at the thought, took up the pen, and signed my

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.

—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.