Freedom: My Book Of Firsts Novels & Stories

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.

As I stared up at the clear blue sky, a feeling of longing to return to the country began to take root in me. It had been seven years. From coming to Damaria alone to study and later taking care of my grandmother's medical needs, Chandler and I had been separated for seven years. If he knew I was coming back, I bet he would be happy. I unlocked my phone and stared at his cute black cat profile picture, which was a huge contrast to his usual serious self. I hesitated for a moment before closing the chat application. I decided I wouldn't tell him just yet. It would be a surprise.

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.

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?

Because if I let go of hope, what would be left? Back home, I took the photo and placed it in a drawer. I refused to let it define the day. Instead, I went to my office, opened the manuscript I had abandoned months ago, and began to write. Words spilled out. Not about Daniel. Not about betrayal. But about freedom. About a woman who chose to rise anyway. Who built something beautiful from the ruins. Who fell in love again—not just with someone else, but with herself. It was fiction. But it was mine.

The words danced before my eyes, but one passage caught my attention. "Freedom is not given, it is taken." I smiled at the name of the book, assholes like him study books that keep them more evil.

Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life. I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean? Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. 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 billio

All my life, I never knew things would turn out like this. Funny how everything can change in such a short time. But can you ever stop it from changing? I never imagined I'd write this down in a book. Yet here I am. It's the only way to feel free of it. But anyway… let's get started, shall we? My name is Anna, and this is my story.

"Drive east, Malakai. I want to see the sun rise over a world where I don't owe anyone a single second of my life. I want to see what happens when the Asset finally becomes the Author." He pressed his foot to the floor, and the Mustang surged forward, a black streak of lightning chasing the dawn. The hunt was over. The war was won. And for the first time, the story wasn't being written for me. I was the one holding the pen, and the first word I wrote was Freedom.

She begins. “Thank you all for coming for this event. "When I Broke Free" is written from the place of the heart. Backed up with personal experience. I couldn't have done this if I didn't make the decision to finally break free from my own free will." She continues, and I felt the pain in her voice. It's a well-packed book launch, and I felt happy meeting good authors. I have read most of their books. So we returned, and I thought probably he should drop me home since it's late already after lying to him that I'm staying with my aunty.