Guide To Freedom Novels & Stories

"We're having a baby....Not me idiot! My sister....It would be great if we have one but let's get married like them first." And then, my husband. And the little life growing inside me. I touched my stomach. We had survived so much just to reach this table. There were moments when I genuinely believed none of us would make it here. There were nights when I wondered whether God had forgotten me. There were days when I thought the only way to become free was to disappear. But I was wrong. Freedom wasn't death. Freedom was waking up. Freedom was choosing truth. Freedom was forgiving yourself for the things you never had the power to change. Freedom was rewriting history. And freedom was finally

“I was finding a place that’ll give me comfort, and then I ended up here.” I nodded my head. Truth to be told, this place screams comfort and peace. Up here away from the loud city, watching the night sky and feeling the cold wind against your skin. You can’t always find a comfort zone in your life. I closed my eyes and let the wind blow my hair. But this is enough. “Let’s talk about ourselves.” My forehead creased. “What?” “This is a freedom zone,” he smiled a bit. “That means, you can always let out the things that you want to show, to feel, and to speak up.”

“You wanna know what we call it?” I didn’t respond. More like I couldn’t. What they injected to me didn’t just calm me down. It wouldn’t even make me move. I could barely open my mouth nor speak. It shut Jia down. ”We call it The Freedom. You know why?” He walked in front of me. I watched as his eyes sparkled. Thinking of the things that are in their plans to be made. ”It will allow us to be free from the injustices of this kingdom. To be free to do what we want without having to follow or bow down to anyone. We are going to be much stronger, quicker and powerful than that puny boy king of Vamos.”

--- Elena looked ahead. Not searching for certainty. --- Not needing it. --- Because certainty was never the goal. --- Choice was. --- And as they stepped forward together— As the new world opened without limits— As the past released its hold and the future remained unwritten— One final truth remained: --- Freedom is not the absence of control… --- It is the presence of choice.

Sophia and Adrian slipped away from the main festivities, choosing instead the intimacy of a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree. Sophia’s heart pounded as she looked up at the star-studded sky, each twinkling light a reminder of the dreams they were ready to chase. “Adrian, do you ever wonder if we’re truly free?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of leaves. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “I do,” he admitted. “Freedom isn’t just about escaping the past or the noise of the world—it’s about embracing the future with all its uncertainties. And with you, I feel free to be who I truly am.”

My muscles loosened, but my chest didn’t. Guido’s words ran on repeat in my head. Every pause, every steady tone, every look. He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t threatened. He hadn’t needed to. The calm in his voice was worse than anger. He made it sound like my life was already written, like he was only telling me what I already knew. “You don’t want freedom,” he had said. “You want Marco. That’s your leash.” The words stuck in me like glass. I pressed my palms over my face and slid lower under the water, wishing I could wash them away. But they didn’t move.

This time, I made the decision to push you toward Seth without your consent. "But Seth loves you a lot. He loves you as much as I love you. I'm relieved that you're in his care. "Maisie, you have to lead a happy life. You have to, okay? "I hope the road that lies ahead of you is without hardships. I hope that everyone you meet is kind to you. I hope you have a bright future ahead of you. "Even if you're no longer the woman I knew, and even if you forget me, you'll always be the woman I love."

I need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

She runs after him and slowly walks by his side trying to maintain the speed at which he is walking. “Please don’t follow me.” He finally breaks the silence and slowly looks at her. “I won’t rob you or kill, you don’t have anything to rob anyways. But I can help you, I was once like you abs someone helped me and now it’s my turn to give it back to someone who needs help. Trust me I won’t hurt you or call the police.” She smiles at him and slowly holds the umbrella over his head. “How don I know you won’t hurt me?” He asks taking a step backwards. She slowly takes a step forward and pulls him by his arm under the umbrella properly. “I live in a homeless shelter, so you got nothing to be scar

I’m not fixed, I still have nights where the fear creeps in and I check the locks twice instead of once, I still flinch when a man raises his voice on TV, I still carry Marcus like a scar even though he doesn’t get to be a wound anymore, but scars mean you survived and I did, I survived, and more than that I learned how to live, how to want things and let myself have them, how to love without losing myself, how to be a mother without being afraid, how to be a woman without apologizing for the space I take up. Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with no