Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

“Yet you put your trust in a slave girl, a Baryn, one your kind have sworn to hate. Did you know that mankind will only believe in a thing when it profits them? What do you hope to gain?” His eyes were hard. “I hope to be on the side of victory. You think me an old fool but I have learned from the past and the present that the oppressed push harder when there is a glimmer of hope. You are that glimmer and your kind will push harder now for their freedom.” She forced herself not to curl her lips. “And for that, I must whore myself.” “We are whores one way or another, Your Grace. We only chose what we whore ourselves to.” He bowed. “I must leave you now but if you wish to see me do not send a

Before long, they were all sentenced to prison and received their deserved punishment. As for me, I stepped onto a new path in life. … Extra: Zara Sommer In my previous life, my existence had been nothing short of bleak. But now, with a second chance, I refused to be submissive. I turned down the blind date Mom set up for me and stood up against her, ultimately succeeding in changing my fate. However, when I later reviewed Mom's chat records, I was dumbstruck to learn the truth. I discovered that I was not her biological child but instead was bought from a trafficker.

He said lifting my face. "I didn't know it was your buildings!" "So bad poor you. It's not just about that!" "What do you mean? " He just looked at me. For me to continue to melt. “Forgive me already.” Like. "Do you know how I feel every time I see someone oppressed and robbed? Those people call your name just to ask for your mercy. While your Stygian are ruining their lives, they shout your name till their last breath but not once did you turn around and look. Can you even understand what they felt at that time and what they are feeling right now? "He said and left me.

This is the essence of our struggle, the search for a beyond the border where each individual can live fully, free from oppression and stigma. As we face the challenges ahead, we remain guided by the vision of a more just and egalitarian beyond the border. We know that the road will be long and difficult, but we are willing to persevere, inspiring others to join us and build a future where everyone can find their voice and their power. And so, our journey continues, strengthened by the legacy of the rebellious omegas and committed to shaping an beyond the border that reflects the values of equality, freedom and justice for all. Change is in our hands, and together, we move forward with deter

I agreed with what he said. "That's right, we're just human beings who can do bad things, nobody's perfect so it's better to choose to do the right thing," Cassius added. "You know guys, you all have a point, when we talk about kindness versus evil, no one wants the evil to win, right? So I can say that from what Freeda decides, she did the right thing to help us even without anything in return, even if she has no freedom," Enzo said and I nodded at what he said.

, he says with his warm smile softening a bit. "What do you mean? How can one become not a slave? I have a microchip. My master can find me if I run. And if I take out the microchip, I will die anyway. That's a silly feeling to have, sir.", I argue, as I look down into my lap. "Oh, but dearie, do you not know that slaves can be freed by their masters if they choose to do so? "Freed?"

Together, the Hegemony of Free Peoples shall push the Imperial Invaders out of our sovereign territories, and restore order to our borders and our people. —

forms, a vague outline of dominance and danger, as they patrolled the streets. Resistance meant death, and any hope of defiance was snuffed out long ago. There were no thoughts or delusions about having rights or freedom. It was now the half-bloods and the humans, the oppressors and the oppressed. Proving the saying: "The weak are meat, and the strong do eat." Their huge houses, shops, and businesses, which they took pride in, were now overrun; taken over, some abandoned and desolate. They stood as a hollow reminder of when they were happy and free.

A small smile made its way onto my face as I plopped down beside him. He lifted his hand and patted my shoulder gently, the warmth from his palm seeping into my skin. My face fell as I looked around us, noticing we were still locked in a brick enclosure with no escape. “Cassius… Why don’t you hate me?” My voice came out smaller than I’d hoped, but I didn’t care. He wrapped an arm around me as far as the chains would allow. “Why would I hate you?” He tried to pull me into a hug but was restricted by the chain. I leaned in and enclosed my hands around the chain link, melting the iron to liquid. With a powerful tug, he pulled both of his arms up and stretched.

I scanned the view like it were from a dream. My voice carried. “I came back for one reason. Not revenge. Not to rule.” I let that settle. “I came to free the pack. From tyranny. From fear. From a name that broke us all.” I didn’t speak it. I wouldn’t. “The war is over. And with it, the old ways.” The crowd held its breath. “There will be no more castes. No more forced Omegas. No more division between those who were born noble and those who were born wrong. We are wolves. All of us. Free. Equal. Fierce.”