Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

She promised herself that she would one day escape and go live in the countryside quietly and peacefully, alone and far away from her father and stepmother. Anna had lost her mother when she was five. She was raised by a strict father who always punished and scolded her if she made a simple mistake. He even trained her in fencing so she could win in every championship. She couldn’t tarnish their mighty family name by losing. The man who was her father never really cared about her, about what she wanted. Anna just wanted a simple life and freedom. She loved nature, she loved reading beautiful novels, and she wanted to travel and see the world. But no, he had confined her to a miserable life a

The sound of sharp brakes cut through the air. “Yvette!”

I was finally free. END

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

Not hope exactly, but something close. Freedom, maybe.

One weak girl was all it took. I taste freedom on her tongue. And it tastes like revenge.

--- 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.

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.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"