Freedom Writers Audiobook Novels & Stories

Watching Kayla pick up her phone to actually contact a medical team, I struggled to call out a single word, "Kayla." She immediately dropped her phone and leaned down. "I'm here. What do you want to tell me, Nate?" Slowly and with great difficulty, I managed to get out a sentence. "Your presence... only makes... my last moments hell." I watched with satisfaction as her face instantly went white. Unable to support herself, she collapsed to her knees and started desperately slapping herself. "I truly am an animal! I shouldn't have said those things to you! "I shouldn't have lost my mind and agreed to help Mom and Dad fake their deaths. I shouldn't have said you were guilty. I shouldn't have ma

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

She begins. “Thank you all for coming for this event. "When I Broke Free" is written from the place of the heart. Backed up with personal experience. I couldn't have done this if I didn't make the decision to finally break free from my own free will." She continues, and I felt the pain in her voice. It's a well-packed book launch, and I felt happy meeting good authors. I have read most of their books. So we returned, and I thought probably he should drop me home since it's late already after lying to him that I'm staying with my aunty.

Only respect and patience. I thought of the woman I had been in my last life, dying beneath a dark altar. I thought of the woman who had dragged her suitcase across the northern border in this one. I thought of the girl who had once believed that if she was understanding enough, she would be loved. The snow was light. The moon was bright. At last, I answered, "I do." Adrian lowered his head and kissed my forehead. His scent was like northern cedar, cool and steady. My wolf spirit answered softly in my chest, no longer afraid, no longer retreating.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

​"Freedom isn't the absence of people; it is the absence of the need to be defined by them." ​I closed my eyes, the words echoing in my head. For a split second, the cadence of the writing felt so familiar it made my breath hitch. It reminded me of the way Leilani used to argue with me—stubborn, intelligent, and fiercely independent. ​But I shook the thought away. Leilani was a maid who had struggled to pay for dialysis. L.L. Ni was an international literary sensation living in luxury. It was just my mind playing tricks on me, searching for her in every shadow and every sentence.

A new fire ignites in my chest, burning through the exhaustion and the pain. "What's the rest of the message?" I whisper. Lorenzo’s shadow moves as he stands up. “La libertad es para los que sangran por ella." Freedom is for this who bleed for it

The kind that destroys and apologizes and destroys again, but is learning—slowly, failing, learning—to want your freedom without dying from it. The burning was for me. Not for you. The need to stop observing, stop documenting, stop making your life into proof of my existence. The need to— He stopped, the page turning, the handwriting becoming messier, more honest. To just be. Without witness. Without code. Without the architecture that became prison.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

Yet, Sarah didn't give him any time to catch his breath. "You knew that Nora was your pup, but you didn't let her call you 'Daddy'. You watched me bleed for the pack, but you thought that I was just being overambitious. You were never deceived for seven years. You were the one who sentenced Nora and me to death with your single, self-righteous assumption." Larry looked like he'd just been punched in the face. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time. Sarah got to her feet and placed the bill under her mug.