Freedom Pals Novels & Stories

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

I said that this award was dedicated to everyone who had lost themselves in marriage and found the courage to reclaim who they were. The audience erupted into applause. After the event, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number backstage. It was incredibly long, as if the sender had typed it, deleted it, and started over countless times. "Julian, I know you won't reply to this message. I just wanted you to know that after my mom passed away, I donated all my assets to charity. I moved into the oldest nursing home in Seaport and became a volunteer, spending my days caring for residents with dementia.

I shoved his face away and mumbled, "Yes." Not long after that, disaster struck Hayden's company. All his collaborators began to pull out of their deals, followed by the bank urging him to settle his outstanding loans. Ultimately, even the assets in his name were frozen. Hayden sought help from everyone he knew, but his so-called "friends" avoided him like the plague. "The Langleys made it clear that anyone who helps you would be going against them," someone told him in hushed tones. Only then did Hayden understand that Julian was truly out to get him.

I thought for a moment before responding, "I think we should find a place to stay for the night and then start exploring tomorrow. We can see what this city has to offer and figure out our next steps from there." Lillie let out a sigh. "Come on, we slept on the bus. Let's go and have some fun. It's our first night of freedom." I couldn't help but smile at Lillie's enthusiasm. She was right; this was our first taste of freedom, and we should make the most of it. We no longer had anyone telling us what we could and couldn't do, no one to try and stop us from being friends. We were free. "okay, but first, we need to find somewhere to stay so we can shower and get cleaned up," I agreed, to see t

Due to the extreme privacy of the matter, the name would not be released. The member was considered to have renounced all pack rights and duties. Kael’s finger paused. He scrolled past the notice, lost in thought for a split second. "Alpha, come on, smile." Dahlia held up her phone, leaning in close. The faint scent of wildflowers filled his senses. Kael put his arm around her shoulder, posing for the selfie. "This one's good, don't you think?" Dahlia looked up, her soft lips brushing against his chin.

"That's why I need to put an end to this now and start afresh" I feel tears sting the back of my eyes. I'm scared. I'm really scared. Not of loosing my job even but my name going out and people digging into my past to find out who I really am. It's what I don't want for Fabrico. It could ruin him. "Please. Let's just try this the right way" I shake my head. " I'm willing to give it a shot but when I resign" "Resign?" I nod. " The best way for us to be free together is if I resign from PHT."

Taylor dropped to the floor, shaking with fear—only now did the full weight of fear hit her. "Quent, don't be angry anymore, alright? I can have kids with you, too. I know you better than Sharon does. I'm younger, and I can build a family with you!" Taylor crawled over and grabbed Quentin's pant leg, her voice desperate as if she'd just found a lifeline. "I have a sister—Anya can be yours as well! Quent, don't you think the two of us are better than just Sharon?" Had Taylor not said Anya's name, Quentin probably would've forgotten about her in the heat of the moment. But hearing her name instantly sparked something in him, and he broke into wild laughter.

"About two an a half decades ago, this city used to be part of the great 'Freeland'. It went by a different name that the people of today don't use anymore. The nation of Freeland was a great proponent of 'true freedom' and the leaders tried to rule with laws that were more lax than in other nations. But it didn't turn out well. Not long after it was founded, it became completely lawless and the only rule was survival of the fittest. It was a very hard time for those with no access to magic. They lived in constant fear and torment, and their standard of living was way below average. They wished fervently for a change and their prayers were answered when people's powers started going off in a

The room went quiet. Not polite, quiet. The kind that waits for a mistake. Talia Hart stood near the first row, eyes on Scott. “I’m his partner,” she said, simple as a name. A microphone swung toward her. “In business or in life.” Talia’s mouth barely moved. “In the way that counts.” Randy’s smile widened. He kept his phone up, steady, waiting for Freeda to crack. Freeda did not give him anything.

Whenever the thought crossed my mind, Derrick's face would involuntarily surface, making me sick to my stomach. Though I had moved and started my shop alone, I had the enthusiastic locals who had helped me with each step along the way to thank. I took a deep breath. This was the smell of freedom. My past self must have been out of her mind. Just as I finished getting everything ready, Crystal called. "Derrick is such a pain! He refuses to sign the papers, no matter what. I've spent an entire month trying to make him give in. But he simply won't listen to reason, and his words are plain vile! How did you put up with him for so many years?"