Freedom Novels & Stories

" I don't need her to explain any further because I already know what she was trying to let out. With that, we both kept quiet and the wind is the only sound that could be heard. I could leave here forever. I enjoyed both the view and the calm aura of nature, it is blissful and you can't help but fall for it. After staring into space for hours, It felt like a load has been lifted from my shoulder. I feel free. Yes, a little sad but it could be worse. Peace is right. If I had not talked back to the woman, Id probably is regretting it by now, reminiscing the words I could have said and the shame would have been much worse. I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his f

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."

Every single weekend of hers was wasted by them asking her the same question. Haven't they ever wondered or cared if I'm comfortable at my new dorm? Do they not care if I am happy or not? She thought. But one thing's for sure. She did not care at this moment. Jason's words from yesterday were still fresh in her ear. "Liberty comes from within. You need to free yourself first so others can free you. You cannot be the one obeying their bullshit, you have to speak up for yourself. And that will be the moment, they'll get discouraged to control you. They can only control you, if you let them."

“That’s the point.” Because forcing understanding was just another form of control.And if they did that they would lose everything they were trying to protect.Her phone buzzed again.Clara.Everlyn opened the message.“Now you understand the real problem.”Everlyn typed back.“People.”there was a pause.Then Clara responded.“Choice.”Everlyn looked at the word on the paper.Then back at the screen.And for the first time they were all saying the same thing.Not control,not influence.But something far more uncertain.Freedom.And everything that came with it.

Seeing that I stayed silent, Flora carefully took my hand and said, "Vincent, I know I messed up. Listen to me. Don't stay here anymore. Come home with me. I've really missed you these past few years. I know you have a grudge against me. I was too ignorant back then and too afraid to admit how I felt about you, and I chose Sean instead. I've realized how badly I messed up. "We're not related by blood, but I was just too much of a coward to take that step and admit what we really are. I understand now. We grew up together, and we have always been by each other's side. Since we don't have any blood ties, we are the ones who should be closest in this world. "I love you. Come back with me, okay?

Maybe it was just changing form, becoming something new, something that didn’t need control to exist. She closed her eyes, listening to the soft rhythm of Adrian’s breathing. Tomorrow would come, uncertain and raw. There would be mistakes, rebuilding, maybe even another war. But there would also be life. Real, messy, unfiltered life. And that, Lena realized, was what freedom had always meant.

But the master bedroom , Alora’s pristine, luxurious bed was where the real intensity hit. That night, Derick laid me down on her silk sheets and spent hours claiming me. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, fucked me slow and deep until I was begging, then harder, pounding me into the mattress with raw, possessive strokes. He marked my breasts and inner thighs with bruising sucks and bites. He made me say it out loud while I came: “I’m your whore, Derick… I belong to you, not her.” I came so many times I lost count, my voice hoarse, body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Guilt still flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was drowned out by raw, addictive

"Where are you? I'll send the driver to pick you up." I did not reply. Another message arrived. "Stop being stubborn. You know I can't live without you." I stared at the words and almost laughed. She could not live without me the same way she could not live without the furniture in her house or the pillow on her bed. That was habit. Not love. Real love was respect. Real love meant letting someone become who they were meant to be. It was not breaking their wings, locking them in a cage, and demanding gratitude for it.

"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

Otherwise, it will annihilate all packs that refuse to join it. "Everyone loves freedom. All are willing to fight this time under your leadership." "We’ll fight for freedom." "For freedom."