Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

Taylor dropped to the floor, shaking with fear—only now did the full weight of fear hit her. "Quent, don't be angry anymore, alright? I can have kids with you, too. I know you better than Sharon does. I'm younger, and I can build a family with you!" Taylor crawled over and grabbed Quentin's pant leg, her voice desperate as if she'd just found a lifeline. "I have a sister—Anya can be yours as well! Quent, don't you think the two of us are better than just Sharon?" Had Taylor not said Anya's name, Quentin probably would've forgotten about her in the heat of the moment. But hearing her name instantly sparked something in him, and he broke into wild laughter.

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.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

"Jason, your whole family is rotten! When Lily was assaulted back then, you traded away her justice for the investment in your company. Did you forget that?" Then, I pointed at a man in the crowd. "It was you! You assaulted Lily, then used money to buy Jason off. That's why you're still walking free!" Everyone immediately moved away from him while whispers surrounded all of us. "Jason built his fortune on her sister's suffering, then let his mistress kill her. That's almost demonic..." "I'm on Clara's side this time. I'll tell my dad to cancel every investment in their company." "Me too." Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!"

But more people simply said he was stupid. Zach came over and took my phone away. “Stop looking. What do you want for dinner tonight?” “What does Lyla want to eat?” “Egg custard is fine for her. You matter more.” “What about lemon shrimp?” “Sure. Whatever you want.” The balcony was covered in green vines under the evening sun. They climbed upward, full of life and quiet strength. My story was still going on.

A passer-by who witnessed the crime called the police, and Lola was later arrested and thrown behind bars. One day, Julian held me lovingly in his arms as we basked in the warm sunshine in the yard. The gray kitten we shared was curled up in my lap, purring as it napped. "I heard that after recovering from his injury, Hayden couldn't work and has resorted to begging on the streets," Julian informed me casually. I stroked the cat's silky-smooth head and smiled faintly. "Oh, that's nice to hear." Julian kissed the top of my head. "Do you feel vindicated?"

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.

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee