Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

I had been imprisoned for three long years, and I refused to spend the final four hours of my life being penned up like cattle. Just as I wanted to plead with Ethan again, he turned his back on me. So, I shifted my gaze to Logan. Yet, he immediately averted his eyes, focusing instead on softly comforting the deeply shaken Vanessa. Hudson, on the other hand, had hurried out of the room to check on the baby. As expected, no one was willing to save me, and so I stopped struggling. I let the servants drag my limp body across the floor and brutally dump me onto the ground of the utility room. Counting my own fading heartbeats, I watched the clock tick away, second by second. I had no idea what wo

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

She didn't know how the words found themselves past her lips, but the others had heard her. Lula leaned forward, her warm eyes sympathetic. “Oh, honey, that’s rough. But look at you now. You’ve got a whole team ready to watch your back. Freedom tastes different when you’ve got people who care about you.” Fabian grinned, tilting his head toward Lula. “Take it from Lula, freedom is everything.” Lula glowered at him and he laughed. “Fabian, we should start charging you rent for the energy he wastes around here.”

"Small, personal, celebrating choice and partnership rather than supernatural drama." "I want to be there," one of the freed artificial hunters said quietly. "If you'll have me. I know I'm still adjusting to autonomy, still figuring out who I am without Richard's programming—but watching you both choose love and peace over power and obligation gave me hope that freedom is worth the confusion." "You're absolutely invited," I said immediately. "All of you are—everyone who contributed to stopping Richard, everyone who supported us through the aftermath, everyone who helped us survive impossible circumstances."

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

"No, thanks. You can save your charity for someone else." Eleanor burst into mocking laughter. "Stop pretending. You're just too proud for your own good—it's only going to make your life harder." Then, she began flaunting her achievements. "I'm a top fashion designer now—one of the rising stars in the industry. My future's bright, and I'll be rolling in money soon. All it takes is one word from me, and you'll never have to worry about food or clothing again. Feeding you would be no trouble at all."

"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?"

Think damn fast. "Oh that," said Silas with a chuckle. "You have to pardon me, Valeria. Dimitri and I talk like this all the time, so it is a tough habit to break. The men I was referring to are my comic book characters. I was up all night making some new sketches for my new comic. I was simply bursting with ideas, you know, so that's why I want to get back to them now that the images are still fresh in my mind." "Oh." Valeria nodded slowly and seemed positively awed by him. "It must be great, being so creative." She laughed. "You even speak of your characters as if they were real people."

Strange, bulbous fungi grew from the walls, and the skeletons of long-dead crew members in corroded suits lay at their posts. As they moved through a hydroponics bay now overrun with carnivorous, snapping kelp, Aiden spoke, his voice echoing in the hollow space. “Back in the jungle… you asked what I was fighting for. What are you fighting for, Lyra? Really? It’s not just credits.” They were in a narrow service conduit, forced to move single-file. His question hung in the damp air between them. She’d prepared for this. “Freedom,” she said, the truth hidden in plain sight. “The freedom to be who I am, not who someone else needs me to be. To not have my value decided by my utility to another pe