Freedom Eren Novels & Stories

She bid goodbye at me and mom before leaving. My baby… No, my babies... They need me now. I fought... I tried... And finally, I slowly opened my eyes. "Azaia" I said in the softest whisper. "Oh, my God!" I heard my mom's voice shouted in shock. Mom and I stared at each other as our tears ran down through our faces. I am now here Azaia. I already freed you in your miserable past and now it's time to make you my present and also my future.

Other than that, to know that even Celestia, Arden's mother, who was so strict and intimidating, is close with Arena, she felt like her past self was so genuine, which is why even Arden Gunner fell for her in the process of Arena's persuasion of him. But this is your new life now, Erina. You are not Arena Remington or Erina Evergreen. You are Erina Sanders, the mother of Draven Sanders. This is the life you've built based on your own choices. The life that you wanted. The life in which you're content. And...there are really things that seem like too tempting to have, but you just couldn't because it wasn't meant for you. She went home with a heavy feeling, but at the same time, she wanted to

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”

He had an idea, and that was why he asked Anderson here. Ezren lifted his head. “Do you see the Playboy?” he asked Anderson. Anderson’s playful expression fell suddenly serious. “When you jumped into that arena to help Freya. That boy vanished. The world saw a man willing to die for the woman he loved.” Anderson slapped Ezren’s knee, then stood, snatched up his weights, and began goblet squats. “So, why am I here?” Ezren tightened his jaw, unwanted emotion working in his chest. It meant a lot to hear Anderson say that. It gave him hope that maybe he could pull this off after all.

“Why do you think no one would want you? You are more than just your scars. You are strong. A beautiful woman. You don’t need a man to make you feel worthy, Hanna.” “I don’t know how to live without Magnus,” she murmured. Dear Lord, we were all his slaves, every last one. “You don’t have to go anywhere.” She looked at me, her dark eyes still wet from crying. “It was awful what I did, and I am sorry. But I am not your friend, Erina.” “I know. It’s alright.” I smiled at her. “You don’t have to be anything. Just to know if you try to kill me again, I will end you.”

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

Tara expressed herself Anisa held her hand, “ You are Tara, the change needed in this world. ” “ Anisa, I am confused about a decision I made” she spoke “ Tell me my dear child ” Anisa spoke calmly “ After dying as Anna and coming here and seeing all the memories of Tara, how she lived, how she was mistreated. I felt her pain, just like how miserable I was as Anna and Tara was miserable too. And I initially decided to get married, help the prince ascend the throne and in exchange I get the freedom and peaceful life I have longed. But now I don't know anymore what I want, I want the freedom and peace but I also don't want to leave Xavier and Sienna and everyone I have come to known recently ”

"That gaping hole in your souls? That constant, tearing pain? Do you know what that is?" They stared at me, lost. "It's the price of my freedom." "You're the ones who pushed me out of the cage. This is the price you pay for the chains I broke." "And I will never, ever give it back." With that, I turned away, not giving them another glance. Ben came to my side, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. A simple, warm, human touch. We walked away, down the beach, toward the twinkling lights of the town.

one of the leaders spoke up, “it will mean you are refusing the marriage and reclaiming your freedom.” Silence followed. Heavy. Pressing. “You don’t want this life, do you?” Eric continued, his voice softer now—persuasive. “I’m giving you a way out.” He extended his hand toward her. “You can decide.” A beat. “Surrender the brooch and take your freedom.” His lips curved faintly. “Don’t be afraid. As one of the sector leaders, I can protect you.” Seren’s gaze drifted back to Rafael. He simply raised his glass and took a slow sip.

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.