Freedom Eren の小説・ストーリー

"You’re not ready. This power is too much for you to control right now. You’re—" "It’s not about control anymore," she cut him off, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "It’s about survival." With a sudden movement, Erin raised her hand, the silver light from her wrist flaring brighter. The ground trembled again, the energy around her building to a terrifying crescendo. The hunters recoiled, their weapons raised in defense, but Erin’s gaze remained focused, her expression set.

And safety. Freya turned sharply. “Safety? Is that what you call it? Living under the council’s nose, waiting for them to dictate who I can be, what I can do, who I can love? And being a breeder to someone? Irene! There's no breeder in this world. It's peaceful even though it has its own chaos.” Better than being here, hiding in plain sight until some human tears our cover apart. Irene retorted. The bluntness stung. Freya looked down at her damp hair, twisting a strand between her fingers. “Daniel doesn’t know what I am. He will never know”

"Clara, you can't leave me. How will you live without me? As long as you agree to remarry me, I'll give you everything." I kicked him away. "You should worry about how you'll survive in prison instead!" At that moment, Ethan personally led a team inside and handcuffed Jason. "After our investigation, you're suspected of transplanting organs illegally and bribing public officials. We've already arranged secret arrests for your backers. Now, it's your turn." Kate was so frightened that she had a heart attack on the spot. Jason and Sylvia were both taken away. I looked at Lily's memorial photo and smiled. "Lily, I've avenged you. We're finally free."

she said. "Yes." She moved toward the door. I stayed a step behind her — long enough to look at her without the armour of productivity or strategy between us. This woman who had come into a room full of people who had arranged her life without asking, and had — not survived it, which would have been understandable, which would have been sufficient — but chosen, in every room and every moment, exactly who she intended to be. I had bought her freedom. And she had spent every day since then freely choosing, with full knowledge of the cost, to be someone worth the price.

I fisted my hands, struggling to rein in my temper. "What kind of benefit could you possibly want?" I growled, barely keeping my voice under control. "You’re a slave. You have nothing to bargain with." Erinne hesitated as if weighing her options. "I want a guarantee," she finally said, her voice surprisingly steady for someone in her position. "If I tell you where Lady Aria is, I want my freedom in writing. I want to walk out of this packed house as a free woman, with no one coming after me."

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

They were both warriors who didn't need to be in a fight at all. "So I see you've been marked again." She says as she wipes the blood from her face, flicking the remains of her hand on the floor. You could hear the slick of blood as it hit the floor. Eric, as usual, was very quiet and didn't engage in the conversation. She got up from her spot and changed positions to block the attack directed towards me and Anthony. "You can be free from the system XX09. We no longer need to abide by the clan's stupid decree. We are no longer ERIC. "

“You wish. You’ll be mine forever. Try again, and you’ll learn what punishment really means.” Erin swallowed the ache and gathered what strength she could around the ember of herself. As long as she could move, she would fight; as long as she felt the beat in her neck, she would not belong to him. Freedom had teeth; she would teach it to bite. “No!” she shouted, the word ringing like a bell. “I own myself. No one owns me. As long as I have arms and legs, I’ll run. I’ll keep running from you.” The declaration hung between them like a thrown knife. She could almost hear the tilt of his head, the way men do when a small thing bares its teeth.

Angel lowered her head and said sincerely. "You've done a good job," I said with a faint smile. Angel ran to Erika. Erika stood up and held Angel in her arms tightly. “Erika, I did it!” Angel said with a choked voice. Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes. Erika looked very proud. She indeed proved that women could also become excellent warriors. Erika turned to me and mind-linked. Thank you, Derek. Before I said anything, she gave me a kiss on my forehead when nobody was looking at us.

I heard Erin say as she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned on the locker next to me with her arms crossed. Erin is my friend, and she was not just any woman but a beautiful and radiant transwoman whose captivating charm surpassed even that of the famous Jessica Cross. Erin possessed a grace that mesmerized those around her and a femininity that was truly awe-inspiring. With her luscious brunette hair flowing smoothly down her back and her enchanting gray eyes that shimmered like moonlit skies, she effortlessly captivated the hearts of all who set their gaze upon her. Erin hailed from a proud Latin heritage, with roots that added an extra touch of exotic enchantment to her already ca