Freedom Eren Novels & Stories

“You danced like you were free.” Elena closed her eyes, memory flashing of the club lights, the music. The scent of forbidden freedom. “Tell us,” Gabriel whispered. “What does freedom feel like?” Her lips quivered. “Like… burning in the sun.” Alessio’s fingers brushed along her spine. “Then we’ll burn you in here.” Elena gasped. “Please… stop.” Gabriel leaned closer, voice echoing in her ear. “Stop? Or we’ll teach you a lesson you never forget.”

She wishes they had put that darn peephole a little lower so she'd see who was outside. When the knocking went louder, she inhaled deeply, gathering the courage and hold the door handle. Then she turned it and opened the door. She saw a man who had let Kenji wrapped his muscular arm around his neck. The man was tall almost the same height as Kenji, he has got a short back and sides haircut and he's handsome but her focus was on her damn wasted husband. "Uh, hey! I'm Eren, Kenji's best friend. I'm sorry it's late w-we had a couple of--"

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up. “You’re back?” she snapped. “Let me tell you something, Eva. Ethan and the others only agreed to bring you back because you’ve been submissive these past three years. If you ever bully me again as you did three years ago, I’ll have them gouge out your other eye!”

The confrontation with Ryan hadn't drained her; it had empowered her. The melted anger had left behind a solid core of certainty. She was no longer the betrayed fiancée, the victim. She was a woman who had reclaimed her space, her dignity, and her future. The lightness was almost intoxicating. She walked to the living room window, watching the city beginning to light up under the twilight. Each shining light was like a 'yes' to her newfound freedom.

"You dragged me up here in February as collateral and it took you five months and a war to learn how to open your hand. I watched you learn it. It nearly killed you both times. And now you're standing at your own glass in your own kingdom trying to give away the one thing you actually want in the entire world because some broken part of you still, still, thinks you don't get to keep good things." "Zariah-" My voice, raw at the edges. "You said there's nothing holding me here." She took another step. "You're right. No debt, no gun, no cage. Naomi gave me the card on the tarmac and told me I was the freest woman in Georgia and she wasn't wrong." Another step. She was close now, close enough th

Zayed snapped at her and raised his hands again to strike her face. Out of reflex Erina closed her eyes and replied yelling," Humme darr lagta hey apsey, apki pagal harkato sey. Humme ghutan hoti hey apki in mohabbat sey. Humme bas ek normal insaan ki tarah zine diziye, please. Humme azadi chahiye( I am afraid of you and your psychotic acts. I feel suffocated by your love. Let me live like a normal human being, please. I want to be freed). Saying all this Erina burst into tears and started hiccupping badly. She covered her face with her palm and kept sobbing like a little child. She was suppressing her frustration for a long time. But, today she couldn't suppress more and just said whatever

He had been gone for twenty years, but my mother had never forgotten him. "Mom, Dad has been gone for a long time—" She raised a finger to her lips and whispered, "Shh. Your father came to see me last night. He said it's time for us to be free." The dam inside me broke, and tears poured down my face. She knew. She had known all along. She was simply protecting the last scraps of my dignity in her own way. That evening, when I returned home, I began packing. … As expected, Evelyn had not come back. Perhaps she was still in that hotel room with that man, finishing what they had started.

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

“He trusted me to protect her. Not to… claim her. Not to love her. To cross that line would be the greatest betrayal.” Finn’s shoulders sagged. His voice dropped low. “So what, you’ll push her away?” “I have to.” My throat was thick. “She deserves freedom, a life untouched by me. She’s strong, but she shouldn’t have to bear my darkness too. I know me loving her will do more harm than good to both of us.” Finn clenched his jaw. “And if she doesn’t want freedom from you? If she’s already chosen you, Eren? What then?”