Freedom Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

he said. “I do,” I answered. “You want control dressed as balance.” “That is unfair,” he replied. “No,” I said. “That is honest.” The child spoke quietly. You choose chaos. “I choose freedom,” I said. “Even if it hurts.” Eryx let out a slow breath. “Then you leave me with few options.” Kieran’s voice sharpened. Do not threaten her. “I am not threatening her,” Eryx replied calmly. “I am considering other leverage.”

I'm nervous when I walk onto the stage but then I see Sebastian and Logan and Zane in the front row and their presence steadies me. "My name is Freya Sterling," I begin. "And five months ago I was running from a forced mate bond that was arranged without my consent when I was sixteen years old." I tell them about disguising myself as male and moving to America and meeting three alphas who chose to protect me even though it meant losing their packs and I tell them about the battle where Marcus died and the cost that came with freedom. "Three people died fighting for my right to choose my own mate," I say. "And I carry that weight every day but I also know that their sacrifice meant something

ETHAN We were surrounded, pinned against the ridge with no clear way out, and I was starting to think I’d made the wrong call sending my best fighters in first instead of holding back. Then I heard her voice cut through the chaos, sounding so sharp and furious, and my heart nearly stopped. “Get down!” Freya came through the trees with Fen and a small team behind her, moving with a fierce energy that didn’t match the careful, protective way I’d been treating her for weeks. She fought like something had been unlocked in her, taking down two shooters in the time it took me to process that she was even there. Pride and terror hit me at the same time. She was carrying our child and she was out he

Eyes flicked to her, then away, but the tension broke like glass. Next was Eryndra, her mask pale silver with feathers that caught the light. “My world is suffocating,” she whispered. “Every dinner, every gala, every smile rehearsed. I want freedom, the loss of control. I want to be bound so I cannot breathe without permission.” A murmur rippled down the table.

He didn’t even give her the littlest credit. “I’m better. I feel better. And it’s been almost a year now and i feel she’s part of me. A huge chunk of me, i can’t just go home and rest” Zach said. “But there’s nothing you can do either” She replied with a risen tone. “What the fuck are you going to do?” “Ram into the side of the sheriff car and free her out. Or what? Bomb the escorts and create a distraction to hijack the vehicle” She sarcastically said before walking away. “Just rest, Zach. Rest”

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.

The next day, I sat in the pre-booked restaurant. I had been waiting for a long time and was already famished, but he never showed up. I opened my phone wanting to urge Ayden. If he wasn't sincerely coming to celebrate our anniversary, he could have just said so instead of keeping me waiting here. After several unsuccessful attempts to reach him by phone, I picked up my phone again and noticed a message in the workgroup. It was a statement from an anonymous account. "Leticia's been cozying up to Mr. Baldwin, trading on her looks to climb the ladder. Disgusting how some exploit their way to the top."

Paul made another call again and said, “Freya came back from Country J six months ago. It is said that she is a top student of Koguryeo College. “She has previously been working as a secretary in a trading company in Hong Kong but left because she was harassed by her boss. Thus, she resigned and came to Las Vegas to make a living. “She is beautiful and capable. But she has no channels and eventually got on the gambling cruise, St. Hope. “It’s just that she decisively resigned after she found out that there was a problem with St. Hope. Thus, we don’t have any reasons to arrest her.” After roughly telling her background, Paul asked curiously, “CEO York, she’s just a minor character. Why do you

She had been trying to save them in the way she wanted them to be saved. Not in the way they wanted to be saved. She ordered the extraction teams to stand down. Ordered them to bring the children who had chosen freedom to safety. But to stop forcing the choice on those who wanted to stay. Wei was already drafting a global broadcast. A message to explain why they were stopping. A message to respect the children's choices. A message that would echo across the world. Within hours, the broadcast was ready. Maya appeared on screens worldwide. "I am Maya Johnson," she said. "And I have been fighting to free forty-seven thousand enhanced children. We have successfully extracted twenty-eight thousan

By the time he walked in, Nigel was already rolling on the floor, screaming hysterically, "I don't want you as my mommy! I want Megan! Megan is my mommy!" Megan came in behind Charlie, rushed into the office, and pulled Nigel into her arms. Then, she stared at me coldly. "This is the first time I've ever seen a mother who refuses to stand up for her own child." I could not be bothered with her. Since everyone had arrived, I placed Emma back into Jamie's arms. "Alright, you can handle this. I need to catch my flight." I was about to leave, but something softly tugged at me and stopped me.