Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.

Liam, ever attentive, stayed close, whispering words of encouragement and love, his hand always finding hers. When the moment arrived for them to stand together before friends and family, Amara felt a profound sense of serenity. She glanced at Liam, his eyes locked on hers with unwavering devotion. She could see the depth of his love, the strength of his commitment, and the certainty that they had chosen correctly, not just for the moment, but for a lifetime. “This,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else, “is freedom.” And as Liam squeezed her hand, drawing her gently into his side, she realized the full truth of her words. Freedom wasn’t the absence of challenges; it was the coura

"Would you be willing to be her real mother?" I knew Jamie was starting to have feelings for me, but I could not accept them. "You'll meet someone better. So will I." A good person would always meet someone even better. Just… They were not that for each other. Jamie laughed in relief. "Alright, Emma's godmother." I could hear Emma's cheers coming from the other end as I hung up with a smile before curling up under the blanket, drifting into sleep. In my dream, I saw a future full of hope.

In the continued fight for freedom. Always evolving. Always growing. Never finished. Never perfect. But always moving forward.

"And I will grant you your freedom." ** Follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: athormiragreen

Almost impossible. But then, her father’s melting word stroked through her ears, making its way to her heart and to her bones, evoking a moment of hope and emotional splee in her. “Freedom!” It was just a single simple word, yet it meant the world to Ayana. It rebounded in her head several times, and even when the rebounds of it stopped banging in her head, the echoes went on and on, and one, but weirdly, the ripple of the sound and notion of that did not conjure even a faint grin of her face. Her sixth sense was so strong that it allowed her to delude herself by rejoicing. Her face dropped suddenly. “Freedom? On what grounds?” She thought she was just thinking inwardly, but the words slippe

However, when hunger struck, and no one would bring your food, you would start to question whether solitude truly brought freedom or just a sense of loneliness. If it was called freedom, why do I miss the slightest noise? The silence felt heavy and suffocating, and it was unnaturally loud in this stillness. It was like being trapped in a dream world, where everything was muted and surreal. And yet, despite the eerie quietness, I could not help but long for the sound of life. It was as if true freedom was not just the absence of constraints, but the presence of vibrant.

“Yo‌urs was stolen l‌ong‌ enou‍gh‌.” For the first⁠ time​ in years, Lyra⁠ felt⁠ somet​hing insi‍de her l⁠oosen, a c⁠h‍⁠a‍in unhook‍ing, a wo‌und‌​ breathing. Free⁠dom​. ⁠A⁠nd‌ th⁠e‌ begin‍ning of s⁠omethi‌n‌g neith​e⁠r of the‌m co⁠uld yet​ n⁠ame.‍

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee

On the child growing inside me. On freedom.