Freedom Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want.

"Elara, Celia is carrying my child. I can't just abandon her. For me, please… endure this." "Cyran! You betray me, then expect me to welcome your mistress into our home—pregnant?" My hands shook with fury. The international show-jumping notice I'd been holding crumpled into a tight ball. "I've wanted children for years, but you refused—always hiding behind your precious competitions. And now you dare to blame me?" Seeing Cyran flare up, Celia rushed in with feigned sympathy, pretending to play peacemaker. "He only wants a baby so badly. For you, he's swallowed his pride all these years. Can't you just—"

If I had money, I would have never done any of these. That means only one option is left. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather all the guts inside me. My heart pumps fast for what I am about to do. I can do this. It's just hair. They will grow back. Focus on the money. Freedom. It’s not even a week since I bleached and dyed my hair blue. I was so happy with the color and texture as it made me look like a species from Pandora. An Avatar Princess.

He'd thought trimming a few loose ends would solve all his problems, but all he'd done was give the one person he hated most the tools to not just end his career but his life. *** FRIDAY. AEGIS GROUP SAFE HOUSE, MASAD, IRAQ. ERIN STRETCHED HER LEGS out on the cushioned bench toward Riley. It felt good to have showered and be in clean clothes. She was almost human again, a novel concept after being trapped in the dark with nothing but a bucket to keep her company.

Jackson said. Freya quietly walked away from where Jackson was. “Hey, where are you going?” Jackson asked. Freya stopped walking and faced Jackson. “In your car. Jacob dressed slowly. I don’t want my feet to get hurt while waiting for him,” she replied. Jackson quickly ran after Freya. ~~~ A loud cry echoed through an abandoned building. The child’s hands and feet were tied to a chair while his eyes were blindfolded. “Who are you? Why did you take me? Please return me to my mommy! I’m sure she’s crying at this moment,” Yael said as his tears continued to fall down on his cheeks.

"The cage was never gold. It was you. Your belief. Your acceptance of limitations others imposed. And the moment you rejected that belief, you were free. Everything else—the fighting, the rescuing, the building—that was just you living your freedom. Choosing who to be instead of accepting who you were told to be." "I never saw it that way." "Because you were living it. But I watched it. Watch you transform from trapped to free. From surviving to living. From weapon to person to mother to hero to just... you. Complicated, flawed, powerful, human you." Euna leaned her head on her mother's shoulder. "Thank you for showing me that freedom isn't about circumstances. It's about choice. About rejec