Freedom Rhyme Novels & Stories

“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 out.” “I had a good teacher,” he said softly. She smiled. “And

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Her feet flew in a blur of twists and bends in the alley. Freedom fueled her feet. In a burst, she was out into the crowded streets, disappearing among them. At last, she slowed, gasping for breath. She looked around at unfamiliar surroundings. She was free. Free from Fabian's clutches. Free from the suffocating walls of the mansion. A smile spread across her face. Loretta slipped into the sea of faces, forgetting her past. As she vanished, she whispered to herself: "I'm free. I'm finally free."

"Who? Who did this to you?" Luna, still staggering, crawled over. "York, Quinn was right. This woman is trouble. She thought she could fool you by imitating me! She must be a spy! I was only looking out for you. Believe me! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!" As she finished, she lunged forward, aiming another kick at me. York moved faster than her, his hand clamping around her throat with a vice-like grip. Luna's face turned red. She gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she begged, "York… didn't you say… I was the one you loved the most? What does she have that I don't… Please… let me go. I'll do whatever you want!"