Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

"What if I just want to be free? Free from everyone’s expectations. Free from the chains of my past." For a moment, Diego’s expression hardened. The silence between us crackled with the weight of unspoken words, the history of our strained relationship hanging thick in the air. "Freedom is an illusion, Henry," he replied, his voice rough but resolute. "We all have our roles to play. You don’t have to like it, but you can’t run from it. You are who you are—whether you accept it or not."

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

While she huffed and puffed and panted heavily, she glared at him with her crimson eyes, her rough rasping voice, for the first time at such a loud volume, roared past: "I'm out of jail! I'm free!" Stubbornness written in the bottom of her eyes, she repeated again and again for emphasis, "I'm out of jail! Free!" She wanted to tell him that it was none of his business how she treated herself, that she was out of jail, she was free, and it was none of his business! The man narrowed his phoenix eyes, a ghostly light flickered in the bottom of his eyes, "Freedom?" The corner of his lips slightly hooked, "Freedom? You come to tell me, the freedom of owing a human life, what kind of freedom is it?

"Can you forgive me now?" "I'll forgive you if you bark like a dog." "Woof woof." "Tell me, who's better, me or that old hag of yours?" The moment the lewd sounds began to play from the phones, every single person in the room froze. It was painfully obvious that everyone recognized the two people in the video to be Nancy and Shawn. "You shameless brat! What on earth is this?" Nancy's father, Salvatore Ortega, was so furious that his face turned beet red.

Nods of ascent all around, and a few chuckles could be heard. “We have all had a few days off from training, and all should be rested. We will start back with the midnight shift tonight.” The crowd were divided on this, and Katalea could see Jade looking conspiratorially at her mate. “I have one more thing to share this morning, the real reason I called you all here.” She turned as the ferry docked. The ferry master himself hopped out, waving to the crowd, and made a show of securing it to the dock. A long canvas had been secured with ropes along the side. The ferry master hastened back up the gangplank, theatrically climbed to the main knot and with one tug, released the canvas. In l

"Chloe, we truly can't come up with the $90,000 down payment for the new house right now. Could we wait until after you graduate from college..." She smiled and said that was fine. Then she turned around and posted a long essay online, attaching a secretly taken photo of my back while I was upset. The headline read: "My Mother Is Severely Mentally Ill." Tens of thousands of comments flooded in: "Protect this girl," "Run while you can," and "Call the police." The story exploded online, and I lost my job. Someone splashed red paint across my front door. Banners calling me an abusive mother, a psycho, and a monster covered the walls.

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"

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!"

When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals. Unfortunately, the truth was exposed before they could plagiarize any other artwork. I felt nothing when I heard the details of Simon's and Yasmin's downfall. I only wondered why they couldn't stick to a simple life where they didn't have to go against their conscience. It was too bad that they were too blinded by greed to understand such a value. These days, I was kept on my feet at the ER department while Aaron oversaw the wedding planning. It was another typical day at work when we received a call about a serious pile-up. Paramedics and doctors were requested to tend to the casualties on-site.