Freedom Writers Audiobook Novels & Stories

Anyways, all kind of books exists on our library shelves it only depends on the creativity of the author. Psychologists argue that writing is the best way to unleash what is burdening you from the inside. First, we must agree that both good and bad things when locked inside your body you usually feel some sort of burden. You feel like luggage placed on your back, moving and you just looking for the right place to offload it.

I reached out calmly, pulled my photocopied ID from the folder marked with Bianca’s name, and slipped it into my own bag. “It’s fine. You don’t have to pay me back.” With that, I turned and walked away. That night, I returned to the apartment and dragged out an empty suitcase. One by one, I packed the professional books on the table and my personal belongings inside. When I finished, I sat on the edge of the bed and instinctively lit up my phone, only to see Bianca’s latest social media post. [Finally, someone handed me a chance to start over when I was at my lowest.]

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Then, I turned off my phone and closed my eyes. I didn't sleep well that night. The cramping was still there, and my mind drifted through a series of fractured dreams. But when I finally came to, I felt more clearheaded than I had in a long time. The sky was just starting to lighten when we landed in Norwell. A colleague from the branch was waiting at the arrivals exit. He took my bag from me and asked whether I'd caught a rough flight. I smiled and said, "It was alright." I didn't bother elaborating.

"Our country didn't come this far without sacrifices. Our ancestors gave their lives for the progress we have today. A little hardship like this? It's nothing. I'll stick it out, no matter what." Reynold laughed heartily. "Maisie, your dedication is impressive. I believe in you!" Even so, I could see the flicker of doubt behind his eyes. He was not sure if I would be able to live up to my bold words. What he did not know was that after everything I endured in my past life—nothing in that new land could possibly break me. Despite the lingering jet lag the next morning, I arrived at Reynold's office at exactly seven in the morning.

I would be far away from here tomorrow, far away from all the pain, far away from all the sad memories here and most importantly far away from Adrien, I would finally put the past behind me. I got ready pretty early the next morning, excitement brewing in my chest. I put on a white floral dress with simple black sandals and my hair in a neat bun. As soon as my Uber driver informed me of his arrival, I was on my way to the airport, the feeling of freedom better than I ever expected. As I sat by the window in the airplane,I went over all the years I wasted trying to make Adrien love me, all the years spent in America, all for nothing. Not once did Adrien treat me nicely, not even for one day,

I could be free. The word had lost its shape somewhere in the last four days. I'd spent the entire book of my life chasing it, freedom, a clean life, out from under my father's shadow and my mother's abandonment and every powerful man's assumption that I was a thing to be moved around a board. And now I had it in my hand, forty-one dollars of it, one gate away, and it tasted exactly like the coffee I'd been nursing for an hour: burnt, and cheap, and nothing at all like the thing the word had promised when I was seventeen and swearing I'd never need anyone.

From survival to thriving. The book would be hard. But it would be ours. And for the first time, telling the world felt like freedom instead of exposure.

he uttered trailing off, and I could guess where he was going with his questioning. “They didn’t rape me. If that’s what you were going to ask. They never tried to. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I was taken, why I wasn’t sold. I don’t understand any of it. But they never raped me.” I stated as the fear and hatred of the last six months seemed to wash over me like a waterfall breeching a dam. The relief of being free seemed t top everything off and I couldn’t have stopped the tears if I had wanted to. “I don’t understand any of it.” I uttered between my tears. Damian stepped forward, his arms stretching to wrap me in a hug and suddenly the fear morphed to horror. “I can’t.” I stated step

It was an endeavor that aimed to illuminate the darkness of hardship with the radiant light of hope. Abigail, drawing on her background in writing, assumed the role of the storyteller. With a pen in hand and a heart filled with purpose, she began to document the intricate chapters of their journey. From the poignant moment when Sophia had been diagnosed with leukemia to the depths of love they had shared and the resilience that had emerged from the shadows, every nuance was carefully woven into the fabric of their narrative.