Freedom: My Book Of Firsts Novels & Stories

Because for the first time… I wasn’t waiting for someone to rescue me. I wasn’t waiting for someone to tell me I mattered. I knew. And that was the greatest freedom I had ever found.

Freedom didn’t feel the way I thought it would. I thought it would be loud, like fireworks or a door slamming shut behind Marcus forever, but it was quieter than that, softer, like the first morning I woke up and didn’t check the locks before I checked on Lily, like the first time James texted me good morning and I didn’t read it three times looking for a hidden meaning, like the first time I designed something without wondering if Marcus would think it was good enough. It was small things stacking up until one day I realized the weight in my chest was gone, and I could breathe all the way down to my ribs without hurting.

⸻ 🌙 The Secret Of Free Will The Dreamer smiled. ❤️ ⸻ A genuine smile. ⸻ For the first time in centuries. ⸻ “Now you understand.” ⸻ The Writer looked at him. ⸻ Confused. ⸻ The Dreamer continued. ⸻ “Freedom was never about making different choices.” ⸻ The stars glowed brighter. ✨ ⸻ “Freedom was about creating choices that didn’t exist before.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The words echoed through every reality.

After that, I worked like I was trying to squeeze two days into one. Luckily, I caught on fast. With endless hours of grinding, I finally got the results I wanted. After the SATs, I told Rachel how I felt. Even now, those three months were still the best of my life. So many of my firsts were with her. She promised we'd go to college in the same city. But right before school started, I found out staying in the country had never been part of her plan. I didn't listen to her explanation. I didn't accept her apology.

This was a pivotal moment, a turning point in my life, and I found myself yearning for a new beginning. In that moment, I vowed to break free, to untangle myself from this oppressive hold. The flame of resilience flickered within me, refusing to be extinguished. I knew that the path ahead would be treacherous, and the road to freedom would be paved with uncertainty, but I was determined to take the first step.

I didn't know why, maybe it had something to do with the way the sun penetrated the large windows or the adorable bird on my shoulder who had been shockingly obedient and calm or was it the nice dress I was putting. Or was it Freedom. It had to be freedom. For the first time in my life, I felt free from the bondages and chains that Gladys and Steve had placed on me. The heavy burden that had been placed on my frail shoulders, the prison I had been locked in all my life. Now, i was capable of feeling. I felt like I could do anything I wished to do. I felt like I could even fly. Nothing was capable of making me sad.

"I'm disgusting? Don't you think you're partly at fault for this? You were gone for seven years! Seven whole years! Do you have any idea how much I missed you? But you put your studies and your family first, and I was always second! I wasn't important to you, was I? "You gave me the opportunity to cheat! It's your fault you weren't there for my birthday. Because you weren't around, I ended up with Karen after a drunken night! You're saying I'm disgusting? What about you? What are you? Don't you think you're selfish?" I had no idea that was what Chandler thought. My tears threatened to fall as I shouted back, "Then let's get divorced! Chandler, before I left for school, you promised you would

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.

There was something about this girl that broke down my filters and I shook my head, I needed to stick to the plan, if nothing else at least I was coming across as scared. Silence fell in the room, and I watched the girl for a while before sitting back against the bars of the cage and closing my eyes. There wasn’t exactly a whole lot to do here, what I wouldn’t give for a little freedom, the chance to shift, to see the stars, small the air, read a book. All the small things in life that I had taken for granted now seemed to mean so much.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?