Freedom Novels & Stories

My dream was always to do a language stay in London and continue my education to become an English teacher in my High school. I have just one problem, my parents won't allow me to leave Switzerland and this for seven months. I didn't tell them already but I want to and I think I'm going to do it today. So I'm lying on my bed right now but I want to gather the courage and stand up. I feel like my whole body lost the power to tell them. I start to count until three. "One. Two. Three!" I put my head up but it immediately falls against my pillow. I can't. I'm too much afraid to disappoint my parents or more worst to make them angry.

Freedom was still waiting patiently for him to take advantage of it. Kanaima drew a handful of water and brought it to her mouth. He took a sip. The salt burned bitterly on his tongue, but that didn't bother him, for him it was just the taste of freedom! Because in that life, before he learned that the sea tasted salty, he had been a prisoner. He swallowed without changing a face, took a small glass vial from a pouch on his belt and filled it with the sea water. He pressed the cork firmly over the opening. Not a single drop was allowed to be lost on its journey.

“That is the cost.” He looked forward. Straight ahead. “No resolution.” Anna closed her eyes again. “No peace.” Adrian exhaled quietly. “No certainty.” They both stood still. Miles apart. Connected by one decision. The system waited. Not pushing. Not guiding. Just observing. Anna opened her eyes. “I used to think freedom meant safety,” she whispered. Elsewhere, Adrian said quietly, “It does not.” Anna nodded slightly. “It means responsibility.” Adrian added, “And consequence.” Silence filled both spaces.

--- Elena looked ahead. Not searching for certainty. --- Not needing it. --- Because certainty was never the goal. --- Choice was. --- And as they stepped forward together— As the new world opened without limits— As the past released its hold and the future remained unwritten— One final truth remained: --- Freedom is not the absence of control… --- It is the presence of choice.

“If this is normal, I could get used to it.” Later that night, they returned to the beach house. The ocean whispered outside, and the air smelled faintly of rain. Alexander sat by the open window, gazing at the horizon. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think freedom meant control, owning everything, commanding everyone, never depending on anyone.” “And now?” Elena asked, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. He looked at her. “Now I think freedom is the opposite. It’s letting someone in and realizing you don’t have to carry the world alone.” She walked over, standing beside him. “That’s something most people never figure

Suddenly, a group of police officers walked in and moved to handcuff Sylvia, but Jason still shielded her. "Wait! You can't arrest her! She's pregnant! Clara, withdraw the case right now. Do you still want to be my wife or not?" I smiled as I took out two copies of certificates from my bag and threw them onto the floor. "I'm not your wife anymore. We're divorced!" Jason was stunned. "You did it for real?! Fine, even if we're divorced, you can't let my child be born in prison for the sake of all our years together, can you?"

After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

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.

Together. Free.