Freedom A Novels & Stories

Caesar looked into Lola's eyes, "I will mark you permanently, Lola, I am your Alpha." "I promise to take care of you." "To give you... and your people, the freedom you desire." Lola only heard this much, she was too tired, her eyes blackened, like a passenger plunging into the sea, falling straight into a deep, pitch-black dream. -- What is the freedom that the Asti people long for? -- Freedom to read, freedom to move, freedom of speech, freedom to work... self-determination, self-consciousness, responsibility for oneself. Lola covered her head.

"It feels like I can breathe. Like I can be myself. Like I don't have to pretend anymore." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that freedom isn't about being alone. It's about being with people who let you be yourself." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

While I waited to board the plane at the airport, Jay called. I declined the call immediately, removed the SIM card from my phone and threw it away. From now on, I would live my own life. The plane landed in the icy winds of Usmana. I wrapped my coat tighter and looked toward the arrivals area where Leeya stood waving. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed. She ran over and gave me a big hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of me. "Congratulations on finally being free!"

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.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon

"Have you thought it through?" I pulled out the divorce papers and handed them to him. "Yes, I've thought it through. Please sign." When Chandler saw the word "divorce" on the papers, he froze. He moved his fingers slightly, looking agitated. "Are you serious?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" I stared straight into his eyes, showing no signs of backing down. Chandler softened his tone. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden this from you. "But Alina, you have to understand, I'm just a normal man. You've been abroad for so long, and I needed some release.

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The words danced before my eyes, but one passage caught my attention. "Freedom is not given, it is taken." I smiled at the name of the book, assholes like him study books that keep them more evil.