Guide To Freedom Novels & Stories

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?

Freeda complained as she spun around. She was very confused as to what she was going to do, knowing if she wanted freedom but it took her a long time to achieve that. "Freeda, I respect whatever decision you'll make, as long as you follow what you think is right. I'm sorry because you got into our trouble, we need you too, you are our hope," I said, I looked at her and she was going to be crazy thinking about what to do.

She wanted to pay off the orphanage bank loan for the property to stay theirs. With the back of her hand, she wiped her own tears rashly. She knew right when she was younger, at a party with different people in suit and dresses, she was going to live hell throughout her life. But just because she is born in a top family isn't supposed to mean they can take her freedom away. "I'm going to fight for my freedom," she muttered, inhaling deeply and then blew it out. "I'm going to use that marriage for my freedom."

When he sat down at a table, two tourists were talking about Freedom in Russian next to him: – God made us free when God opened the doors to us from prison and we came out into the light of God. We didn't just become free, we wanted to be free. "What the hell?" What are you talking about?"! Are you free?! You cannot attain freedom because you are dead, because you are not living. In the French revolution people gave their lives for freedom! And what did you give to achieve it? Freedom requires sacrifice as a necessary pagan ritual to make it rain. What are you going to sacrifice? A candy bar? Or maybe your favorite Breakfast? You do not forget to buy a chair in IKEA to sit on it and start wa

From all the water I touched every day, the cracks between my thumb and forefinger were still there, but they had formed firm scabs. These hands no longer needed to be pampered just so they could wear a ring. Instead, they could make food, earn money, and hold on tightly to the life I had built for myself. I walked out of Willow Lane and into the wind. There was no ring on my hand. In my world, no one else could hand out free passes.

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.

But it wasn’t enough. “What else?” I asked. Silence. Longer this time. Then. “Free.” That word hit deeper than anything else. Because that. That was the one thing I had been fighting for. The one thing I had almost lost. The one thing I had tried to build here. My chest tightened. “Define free.” A pause. Then. “Capable of choice without forced outcome.” I exhaled slowly. “Yeah…” “That’s right.” The space pulsed. Aligned.

“If this is normal, I could get used to it.” Later that night, they returned to the beach house. The ocean whispered outside, and the air smelled faintly of rain. Alexander sat by the open window, gazing at the horizon. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think freedom meant control, owning everything, commanding everyone, never depending on anyone.” “And now?” Elena asked, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. He looked at her. “Now I think freedom is the opposite. It’s letting someone in and realizing you don’t have to carry the world alone.” She walked over, standing beside him. “That’s something most people never figure out.” “I had a good teacher,” he said softly. She smiled. “And

The teacher drew pictures with them, gave them swimming and paddling lessons, and taught them how to defend themselves in the face of conflict. Sarah dropped Nora off at the school gate, crouching down to straighten the collar on her shirt. "I'll come pick you up after school." Nora nodded and hugged her, placing a huge smooch on Sarah's cheek. "You don't have to worry about me at all, Mommy! I can take care of myself." Sarah just smiled and ruffled her hair. She waited until Nora was on school grounds before turning around and reporting herself to the security center at the Neutral Zone.

He wrapped an arm around me slowly, carefully, like he was learning a new rhythm. “This is how I take space,” I murmured. “Without running.” “And this,” he said quietly, tightening his hold just enough, “is how I stay.” There was no urgency between us. No need to prove anything. Just warmth, steady and sure. As sleep crept in, I realized something important. Freedom didn’t always mean open doors. Sometimes it meant knowing which ones you didn’t have to knock on. And love—real love—wasn’t about breaking walls.