Freedom At Midnight Book Review Novels & Stories

Freedom. When was the last time she'd felt this? Standing under an open sky, no bars, no guards, no eyes watching for signs of guilt she didn't carry? The wind tugged at her hair, and for just a moment, she let herself feel small against the vastness of the night. Small, but not trapped, never trapped again. "Brightest night after a Supermoon," came a voice behind her, smooth and unhurried. "I must say, quite the view."

It’s the world full of series of slaughter that she’d choose rather to be secluded. But what he said next left her stunned. “Work for me.” He proposed. ‘Are you insane?’ Thankfully, Rio managed to stop herself from blurting that out. “And what kind of work are you expecting from me?” She laughs. “A maid?” “Silly.” His chuckles syncs with her. “But I know it would be something that were easier than a helper.” “What’s the catch?” He look at her intensely. “Freedom.” Midnight said. “It’s nothing, but freedom.”

Since there's nothing else tying me down now, I can finally further my studies in peace. "Oh, and here's 10 thousand dollars. Give it to Jacob for me, will you? I've finished all the paperwork. I'm leaving tomorrow morning." Elizabeth was caught off guard. "So soon? Why the sudden rush?" I kept packing as I answered, "I was worried Jacob might try to stop me when the time came. So I'm leaving ahead of schedule without informing him." Seeing how resolute I was, Elizabeth just shook her head and sighed. She didn't try to talk me out of it.

Sarah didn't lack in any of these aspects. That afternoon, as she emerged from the security center, she saw someone playing the harmonica at a corner of the street while several kids and pups danced along merrily to the tune. The wind was warm, and the sunlight was welcoming on her skin—even more than how it used to be when she was still in Snowlight Pack. Sarah continued watching for a while and suddenly felt her chest ease up. Her feelings had been suppressed for so long. Just then, a black SUV silently pulled up across the street. The door opened, and Larry got out of the car.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

Tara was tired, it was already midnight and she needed to sleep but she didn't want to say it. instead she was dosing a lot in the carriage. “ it's okay you can sleep,” Xavier spoke calmly and Tara was now embarrassed because the guy saw her dosing off like a drunk cow

He curses under his breath and throws the towel he had on his head on the floor, "Let's see, then, let me recap. Miriam got pregnant, fled back home to America so I wouldn't find out, and two years later she overdosed on coke.... Wow, what a mess. And who did you stay with? Did Miriam get married?” “No, I stayed alone with my grandmother. That miserable old woman you mentioned," Midnight replies. Lion grimaces, "It's not as bad as you think. She raised me very well, as far as I can tell. She put up with me, although more than once she expressed how difficult that was. She didn't want me to go to any school because the education system sucks, and she wouldn't let me out of the house because i

What happens when the risk of discovery becomes the very thing you crave? Maya Rivers is not careless. She has been built from restraint, from routine, from the comfort of control. And yet the stranger who finds her in the stacks doesn’t follow her rules. He rewrites them, one by one, until she can’t tell where the boundaries end and the desire begins. He awakens the same part of her that lingered in those midnight chats, daring her to admit that she longs to be seen, watched, wanted. This book is for readers who understand that tension itself can be intimate. That the risk of being caught can tether you more tightly than any promise. That a name whispered can bind as surely as a vow. That a

What if he wasn't bad and is just trying to help? People still stared, they watched and saw how I slept in that dirty corner, all dirty with dust and mud; they witnessed how I ate those sandwiches I afforded to buy, like I never ate food my whole life, a week of suffering, agony, and pain. Guilt and dilemma were eating me. Did I do the right choice?

Sera’s P.O.V I divorced Mark. The moment I received the divorce certificate, I let out a long sigh of relief. Mark looked a little dazed as if he wanted to say something to me, but I ignored him and brushed past without a word. At that moment, I was free. Free from following his orders. Free from rushing home every evening to prepare his favorite dinner. I once pretended to live a happy life, but maintaining that happiness was solely my effort—an effort he took for granted. He never learned to cherish it.