Novel & Cerita Freedom Stories

I was determined not to give up on reaching my destination. The destination was very unclear in my apparent eyes but I could only see it in some sought of vision that I could not comprehend well especially when I thought of my present circumstances. A boy child whose manhood freedom has been captured by the known people who are in the mission to misuse his potential for their selfish good in the name of “I love you”.

But I was going to find out one of these days, every single thing about him, that was what I was supposed to do from the beginning. These few days I stayed all indoor and tied up without going out showed me how much freedom meant to every individual and how important it was. I could actually stay indoors for almost a week when I was at home and not feel bad because I decided to, but this one was totally a different one and was nothing close to that, knowing that you had no restriction and could decide to go out whenever you want but decided not to was different from not being able to and also suffering inside the bondage. I thought of the slave trade era when people were sold into slavery an

When I bit into the cherry pie and found the hidden gold coin, I spat it straight into the trash. In my previous life, Clark Mercer, the Family's underboss, had made a joke at his private party. Whoever found the gold coin in their pie could be his girlfriend for a month. I wanted an excuse to stay by his side, so I bribed the chef to mark the right slice and made sure I got it. Within that month, I got pregnant with his child and used the pregnancy to get him to marry me. But after giving birth, my health declined rapidly. Within a year, the doctors told me I was dying. On my deathbed, Clark held my hand. "Your sister and I were the ones truly in love. The whole game was just an excuse so I

This amazing folklore is about love, sacrifice and fantasy. I love to sacrifice my fantasy. But this isn't fantasy, this is dystopia. Those mantra I've uttered earlier are the words we always say here in Grass. It is like a routine. It is memorized by all Grass people, children, young men, farmers, the elderly, young women — like me, everyone. I wonder when can we have our freedom back? Now, that we are under the power of the Embassy, ​​the way they control us, Freedom is so far to come.

He tightened his grip on my wrist and bent down to scoop me into his arms. "Let go of me, you jerk!" I struggled, pounding my fists against him, but he carried me into his office. The noise from the outside world, the reporters, the chaos—all of it was shut out by the closed door. Chandler loosened his tie, looking at me with a calm expression. "Are you calm now?" Hearing that, the dam inside me broke, and tears flooded down my cheeks. It wasn't just seven years between us. After my parents passed away when I was a kid, I was taken in by the Armstrongs. I practically grew up alongside Chandler.

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.

"We come to give you thanks. to pay tribute to what you did for us and countless others. Ana's face softened with each word as she listened to them describe their journey. She gave a hesitant nod when they were done. She remarked, "I never sought recognition." However, seeing what you've grown into makes me happy. We fought to give families like yours a chance because of you. Ana hosted the family for the night, during which they laughed and told stories. She gave them a worn journal of her own before they left. "This tells the network's whole story," Ana stated. "Make good use of it." In order to tell Ana's story—and the tales of all those who had battled for their freedom—the Blackwoods to

While I waited to board the plane at the airport, Jay called. I declined the call immediately, removed the SIM card from my phone and threw it away. From now on, I would live my own life. The plane landed in the icy winds of Usmana. I wrapped my coat tighter and looked toward the arrivals area where Leeya stood waving. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed. She ran over and gave me a big hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of me. "Congratulations on finally being free!"

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

After graduation, I had originally wanted to find an internship at a design company, but Jason said a fixed salary would not get us far. It would be better to work for ourselves and become entrepreneurs instead. I gave up my dreams for him. I followed him all over the country doing business. We set up street stalls, smuggled goods, and almost got pulled into a pyramid scheme. I did not feel bitter back then, even when the two of us had to eat from the same plate. We still had hope. We still had love.