Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

You could host a mini party at home or go to the club but whatever it was, it was supposed to make one happy. This was what we chose to do. The air of freedom surrounding us as we walked around was something I had never felt before. It was wonderful and I was grateful for Jade. Freedom was better than power and looking over one's shoulders for ways to escape the enemy. This was the most relaxed I ever saw him.

“I won't warn you twice. Follow me and you live.” Freedom sat in the air like a rumor and stabbed at me. Of course I wanted to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same images—the basement, the way his men watched me like I was property, the taste of humiliation, the sharp sting of being used—and my stomach clenched. Freedom was the only thing I had ever pictured in bright, warm colors since the day I realized the world had more than one option.

“You’re free. Finally, actually free.” Free. The word felt unfamiliar. I had been fighting for so long—trying to escape my father, expose corruption, survive attacks and betrayals. I didn’t know what freedom looked like anymore. “So what happens now?” I asked. “Whatever you want,” Jaxon replied. “That’s what freedom means. You get to choose.” “Anything?” I asked, wanting reassurance. “Anything,” he confirmed with a nod. I thought about it, about what I wanted now that I didn’t have to constantly fight just to survive.

The girls were first uncomfortable but Tara made them relax and they were now talking freely For the first time in so long, she felt free no expectations, no masks, just laughter and sunshine. “ My lady, you're the nicest person ever. You and lady Sienna, I wish both of you to live a long life and have many blessings ” Lala spoke sincerely “ oh thank you my dear Lala, ” Tara thanked her The girls had their fun picnic, they found out Gina is good at making jokes, Marry had a crush and many more. Later Tara was getting ready for bed, she watched herself at the mirror and sighed

Larry shot to his feet without any time to look at the form, grabbed his coat, and left. It was chaotic at the Northern Trade Center. There were screams, howls, and sounds of glass shattering everywhere. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning and the pungent tang of ignited silver dust. A number of Rogues had been pinned to the ground by the central guards, but there was still one more Rogue frantically backing away and running into the crowd. He was cursing under his breath and holding the final modified silverdust bomb in his hand. When Larry rushed in, he saw the Rogue throw the bomb at a young pup who had fallen to the floor. He couldn't be any older than six years old, and he

“So, you came home, dropped a bomb on me, and do not even know what the business is?” “Exactly.” “You are unbelievable.” He laughs. “You love it.” “Unfortunately.” We sit in silence for a bit, the city lights glowing through the window. Then I say, “Okay, say we do this. What is the point? Money? Power?” He shakes his head. “Freedom. Something clean. “Freedom does not come cheap,” I remind him. “I know. That is why I want you.” I raise an eyebrow. “To fund it or to manage it?”

And that’s a fact. “I won’t! You can’t buy my freedom to vote! I mean, I wouldn’t vote you anymore now that I already knew what you’re doing,” the student bravely answered. “And who would you vote in the upcoming election, huh? Those geeks and nerdy students? For Pete’s sake, they are just a normies! Are you loosing your mind?” “Well at least they’ve got what it takes to be a good leader... Not like you.” “Don’t you even know me? I’m Freeda, the most popular student here in Jackson High! They aren’t calling me queen for nothing!”

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.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

When I bit into the cherry pie and found the hidden gold coin, I spat it straight into the trash. In my previous life, Clark Mercer, the Family's underboss, had made a joke at his private party. Whoever found the gold coin in their pie could be his girlfriend for a month. I wanted an excuse to stay by his side, so I bribed the chef to mark the right slice and made sure I got it. Within that month, I got pregnant with his child and used the pregnancy to get him to marry me. But after giving birth, my health declined rapidly. Within a year, the doctors told me I was dying. On my deathbed, Clark held my hand. "Your sister and I were the ones truly in love. The whole game was just an excuse so I