Freedom Everyone Deserves Novels & Stories

The answer is already there, already true, already the only thing he was going to say regardless of how I asked. "Because Eli deserves a stable life." Simple. Absolute. Then "And you deserve to choose freely." The sentence lands in the kitchen and stays there. You deserve to choose freely. Not because I want you to choose me. Not because if I solve your legal problem you will owe me a decision. Not the transactional framing that would make this a negotiation rather than what it actually is ..... a man who understands that the most important thing he can do for the person across the table is protect her ability to make a completely unencumbered choice. Who understands that love given freely i

Alexis chimed in. “They all bring up great reasons for why we shouldn’t trust you,” Lincoln said, standing up. “But what the hell. We’re all going to die here anyway, so why not go down fighting. Not to mention the fact that they came from another bunker, so if we do escape, we have a place to go. It would be foolish to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity. Yeah it won’t be easy, but freedom was never free. Why hang around where we are a nobody when we could be a somebody somewhere else.”

Or at least, whatever they wanted to share publicly. “Jan… Did I pronounce that right?” she asked. He nodded, then shook his head. “A bit more like Yhan,” he replied. “I see. But yes, you’re welcome, Yhan. It’s the least that we could do. Honestly, here in the Republic, most of us have had something taken away from us, violently. Figured the best thing for us to do was to look out for everyone else just like us.” “Since so much was taken from everyone,” Lucifer added, “we also thought it was best to give everyone as much freedom as possible. I think it’s the only way to really recover from that much… trauma. Problem is, of course, we get shot at in exchange.”

A new fire ignites in my chest, burning through the exhaustion and the pain. "What's the rest of the message?" I whisper. Lorenzo’s shadow moves as he stands up. “La libertad es para los que sangran por ella." Freedom is for this who bleed for it

A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billion people to know. My phone vibrated in my pocket interrupting my thoughts. "Hello?" I answered, unfocused still watching as students walk to school ready to start another uneventful day, tired, not aware that they are at their best days, where they still can dream and be free in imagining their future, no matter how sad their life gets, they still have hope. It was never late for them to fix their mistakes, it's never late for anyone, however, they are still young and still trying to understand life. Didn't we all try to d

“A person who believes that everyone has their freedom to do what they want, expecting that all people that they might encounter would just accept it with respect and without any question.” “Isn’t that what we really have?” I said. “Freedom to do what we want but be sure not to hurt anyone?” “You know that is not how the world works, Asper,” he explained. “Yes, people should really think about their freedom but that is all about that. They never care even if they hurt others or not, as long as they do what they want.” Well, I can’t deny that fact. It feels like it is already natural for a human to step on others just to get or do the thing that they want. And to be honest, it is already rare

I asked, my tone flat. "Not a chance. I will never divorce you!" Chandler growled through the phone, his teeth clenched in frustration. I sighed. "Then I'll see you in court." "Do you really have to do this? I've cut ties with Karen. What more do you want? Do you want to punish her, ruin her career?" I let out a bitter laugh. "To this day, you still think you're blameless, don't you? You two really deserve each other." Chandler exhaled sharply, his voice breaking with desperation. "Alina, give me another chance."

I will not run away, I will fight until I get my freedom and happiness. I will show them that I don't deserve to be treated like this.

"No, thanks. You can save your charity for someone else." Eleanor burst into mocking laughter. "Stop pretending. You're just too proud for your own good—it's only going to make your life harder." Then, she began flaunting her achievements. "I'm a top fashion designer now—one of the rising stars in the industry. My future's bright, and I'll be rolling in money soon. All it takes is one word from me, and you'll never have to worry about food or clothing again. Feeding you would be no trouble at all."

—he chuckled—"valuing humility and justice against oppression. Sacrifice for the greater good." "First of all"—I turned to face him fully so I could point my finger in his face because that's what you do when you're annoyed with a fairy king—"we are a nation founded on the right of religious freedom, not only the right to be Christian." "Freedom; another slave ideal." He laughed and batted away my finger as if it were a fly "Are you kidding me?" I gaped at him. "As if you'd want to be enslaved?"