Freedom Writers Audiobook Novels & Stories

he continued, still teasing me. However, I turned solemn and told him, "Marley, I'm a divorced woman, and I've also had an abortion." I didn't look into his still-sparkling eyes because I felt some guilt eating into me. I didn't want to taint his pure, innocent soul with my tattered self. "We're not fit for each other." Marley didn't speak for a long time. I tried hiding my sigh of relief. As expected, it was easier to reject him if I was just honest and straightforward with him.

Then I realized, those plans of me to travel alone and meet new people-- it just sounds exciting but there is someone more exciting than it, Bren was more. They stared at each other, soft expressions on their faces. Hayley stood up and moved closer to Eleanor, hugging her best friend tightly. Although she understands what Eleanor is trying to say, she's sorry but she wants to experience those things still. Just some moments after, the guys came with more woods. They set up the bonfire, poured gas into it so it burns easily and then they circled together. Since Mafu is the loner, he kept Bren close. After all, they have the same thinking. Mafu's actually so fond of Bren that he acts like an o

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

No one even knew who she was at first. "An immoral woman who had a child out of wedlock." "A mentally unstable drunk driver." "If you're sick, get treatment. If you can't be cured, then just die!" Quentin's words cut deep, each one like a knife to my heart. The person Quentin tore apart with his harshest words and judged with the most hatred was me—the woman he'd loved for five years—and our three-year-old Ruby. Quentin loved kids. That was exactly why, when I found out I was pregnant, I told him right away and decided to have Ruby, even though the pressure was overwhelming.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

THIRD-PERSON P.O.V That night Freeda found out she was free and decided to leave the next morning. She also wanted to give farewell to the siblings first, even though the siblings had done something wrong to her, she also wanted to thank them because they did not abandon her. Flynn, on the other hand, told Freeda that he would sleep in his room tonight. "Sleep well, my love," Flynn said and walked away and Freeda just sighed as she seated on her bed. It wasn't a problem for Freeda that Flynn wanted to be alone, but she didn't notice the sadness that Flynn felt because of the sheer joy she felt. Freeda just lay down on her bed with a smile on her lips. She took the diary from the table and to

". You don't merely look at the handsome lines of a hull; you look at the handsome lines of an open human heart. You can describe the path from fear to freedom in a way that… that I never could. He cupped Jonah's face, holding him with his eyes. "Your feared exposure… it is the same exposure that liberated us. It is the same exposure that was established. It is the same exposure that enabled me to kneel before you and be finally free." His voice dropped to a barely breathed, impassioned whisper. "If it is your truth, let it be heard."

That's exactly why I came," I said. But a trace of worry slipped through Charles' tone. "I'll be honest, Ms. Stone, but you're not the first. Others came before you, and they didn't last long. "The food, the culture shock, and the language barrier were too much for them. They barely scratched the surface of their studies before heading home." I paused, then answered firmly, "Everything we have today was paved with the sacrifices of those who came before us. Compared to that, this is nothing. I will see this through."

"I didn't expect you to be so devoted. If that's the case, I'll grant you your wish." Even though he was reluctant, Theodore followed my decision. A few days later, Jessica was released from prison. Joseph embraced her tightly with tears in his eyes. "Jess, this time, we can finally be together. We can do it openly and freely." In the car, watching as the two of them embraced affectionately, Theodore glanced at me and asked, "Are you trying to be some benevolent saint?" I teased the baby in my arms as I smiled faintly. "Not really. I'm just curious whether they'll actually be happy now that they've gotten what they wanted."

Sera’s P.O.V I divorced Mark. The moment I received the divorce certificate, I let out a long sigh of relief. Mark looked a little dazed as if he wanted to say something to me, but I ignored him and brushed past without a word. At that moment, I was free. Free from following his orders. Free from rushing home every evening to prepare his favorite dinner. I once pretended to live a happy life, but maintaining that happiness was solely my effort—an effort he took for granted. He never learned to cherish it.