Freedom の小説・ストーリー

He sits back and smiles. "Answer me this kitty, what do you like about it? Why do you crave it?" I sit and think, the same thing coming up over and over again. "Freedom, that feeling I have when I have no control, but I know everything will be perfect Master." "Exactly kitty, subspace, the freedom of thoughts, memories, emotions. That is normally the number one reason anyone enjoys it so much."

Freedom... There is nothing as important as a man's freedom to do as he likes, eat what he wants, think what he wants, and be wherever he wants to be whenever he wants to be there. Take away a man's freedom and he is at that moment less than human. I had heard plenty of stories from incarcerated men, and I tell you that no words can describe the horrors that men and women face and commit within the walls of prisons.

Only with Zara did he feel truly alive. Eventually, he stopped caring altogether. "Let's get a divorce. I'll give you three-quarters of our assets. You can have the kids, too. All I want is my freedom. "You're the kind of person who only thinks about money and profit. You'll never understand how happy it feels to be free." As he spoke, he looked like the reckless, arrogant 18-year-old he once was. But I only found it laughable. A free-spirited life might seem thrilling and liberating, but without financial security, all that excitement would eventually fade into emptiness. One day, when he finally got his fill of that carefree lifestyle, he would realize he ha

Every time Jennifer and I made eye contact, she would quickly avert her gaze, appearing uncomfortable whenever I smiled at her. I contemplated paying her a visit one of these days. She needed to be enlightened about the true meaning of freedom, which wasn't solely about partying, extravagant shopping, or overseas travel. Real freedom meant feeling alive while doing what we love, without doubting if we truly deserved it, because, in reality, all that we gain should rightfully be ours from the start. Freedom was having no shackles that restrained our decisions and emotions in life, being the captain

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.

Breaking Free can be a true story. Many women on a daily basis goes through what Katie is going through. Domestic abuse or any sort of abuse is never okay. Never let anybody take away your worth, because you are worth everything! If you are getting hurt by somebody you thought cared about you, get help. Never be afraid to reach out, because it's not okay for somebody to call you names, to yell or place their hands on you. Never allow somebody take advantage and cause you that type of pain.

Maya. We sat in silence. Watching the fire. Not talking. Just being. "What now?" Hope finally asked. "What do we do with freedom? I have never had real freedom before. Marcus controlled me. Then I controlled myself. Then government controlled me. Now nothing controls me. I do not know what that means. I do not know how to be just free." "You learn," I said. "Slowly. One day at a time. You make choices. Small choices. What to eat. What to wear. What to do. You practice being normal. Being human. Being child."

Did not try to force them to stay. They were free. Free to choose. Free to leave. Free to build whatever they wanted. That freedom was essential. That choice was sacred. That liberty was fundamental. Even when it hurt. Even when it caused loss. Even when it meant some beings chose wrong. Freedom was worth it. Choice was worth it. Liberty was worth it.

Not defined by what was done to me but by what I’d built despite it. That was freedom. Real freedom. And it felt exactly right.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Redefinition of Everything The office at Westbrook felt smaller every time I walked through it now. Six months married. Six months of waking up to Eli in my bed, his hand reaching for me in sleep, his voice the first thing I heard in the morning. Six months of redefining what surrender actually meant—not weakness, but strategy. The choice to trust someone else's instincts as much as my own. Six months of realizing the cage I'd built was finally open, and I'd chosen to stay—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.