Freedom Pals Novels & Stories

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?"

It was the original version of Dylan’s memo. “Look at this. This is what he wrote. Free passes for letting me hurt Jenna. He turned Jenna’s pain into a quota just to keep me happy. He’s the disgusting one. He’s the real hypocrite!” She was trying to drag Dylan down with her. In that frantic confession, she ended up laying bare every single rotten thing she had done herself. Rosie’s Pasta Kitchen was left out of it this time. I had filed an intellectual property protection request with the platform, so it automatically hid my location and any identifying information.

“The unstable communities are beginning to organize politically.” Everlyn frowned. “How?” Marcus enlarged another set of feeds. Groups forming alliances. Leaders emerging. Movements gaining momentum. And at the center of many of them a phrase. “Human Freedom First.” Jesse stared at the screen. “That sounds dangerous. Jesse said, Liora’s expression darkened slightly. “Because it is.” Everlyn looked closer. The movement rejected awareness-based structures entirely. Rejected adaptive systems, Rejected influence.

From now on, my heart would finally be free to soar. So no, I wouldn't be sad just because he'd discarded me—because I never needed love to begin with. … At the airport, as I boarded my flight with my luggage, my phone buzzed with a string of messages from Felix. 'Where did you go? Why aren't you answering my calls? Call me right now!' 'Kathy, stop being childish. Come back and apologize, and I'll forgive you.' 'We might not get married, but at least we can still be friends. Be sensible.'

The basement is very dimly lit; Daniel keeps on looking at the closed doors to make up what they hold behind them. A part of him is very paranoid and can’t believe that a complete stranger is helping him for no apparent reason. It’s quite unbelievable for him to wrap his head around the fact that someone won’t be asking for something in return from him, all his life he has been used; even his own mother used him for her own advantage.

Why? Is it because I had no one to protect me?, or was it all a test from god? I never let anything get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up. Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies. However, this was inacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Looked at my puffy red eyes, my dirty headscarf. I looked like shit, How can I survive when those people post that video on net?

"I didn't expect you to be so devoted. If that's the case, I'll grant you your wish." Even though he was reluctant, Theodore followed my decision. A few days later, Jessica was released from prison. Joseph embraced her tightly with tears in his eyes. "Jess, this time, we can finally be together. We can do it openly and freely." In the car, watching as the two of them embraced affectionately, Theodore glanced at me and asked, "Are you trying to be some benevolent saint?" I teased the baby in my arms as I smiled faintly. "Not really. I'm just curious whether they'll actually be happy now that they've gotten what they wanted."

Larry didn't leave the Neutral Zone immediately. He went to Nora's new school the next day instead. The school was having an open day, and the playground was filled with the kids' and pups' excited laughter. Some were playing soccer, some were riding on the swings, and some were learning how to protect their heads and throats in case of danger. Larry stood outside the fence and spotted Nora at once. She was wearing a light-blue shirt, and her long hair was tied back in a high ponytail as she followed along with the self-defense moves.

“You wanna know what we call it?” I didn’t respond. More like I couldn’t. What they injected to me didn’t just calm me down. It wouldn’t even make me move. I could barely open my mouth nor speak. It shut Jia down. ”We call it The Freedom. You know why?” He walked in front of me. I watched as his eyes sparkled. Thinking of the things that are in their plans to be made. ”It will allow us to be free from the injustices of this kingdom. To be free to do what we want without having to follow or bow down to anyone. We are going to be much stronger, quicker and powerful than that puny boy king of Vamos.”

After three years together, my boyfriend, Walker Ashford, proposed. But right after that, he got cold feet. At our wedding photo shoot, Walker buried his face against my best friend Anna Benedict's shoulder. "The way Valentina looks at me freaks me out," he said. At the jewelry shop, he grabbed Anna's hand and refused to let go. None of it made sense. But my future mother-in-law, Judith Ashford, pulled me aside. "Valentina, why not let Anna take your place in the photos? We can put you in later." Walker's sister, Emma Ashford, pushed Anna forward. "She has better taste. Let her pick the ring for you." I swallowed my hurt and watched in silence as they took my wedding photos and picked out my