Guide To Freedom Novels & Stories

All that is left is action. I looked to the other tally mark. Two days left. That is how many days till I would have to wait for my monthly visit from the only person I see anymore, my kidnapper. He visits me once a month since he put me here. He promised that I would be able to leave after this time. I also knew that was a lie. I was never getting out of this nightmare. At least not alive. Death, was that the only way out of this? I couldn’t give up yet though. No, I wouldn’t give up, because then he would win. He would have me out of his way and the sweet little life I house inside of me would be his to take. To destroy and make his own. Fighting was my only option. I was going to fight ti

Every time Jennifer and I made eye contact, she would quickly avert her gaze, appearing uncomfortable whenever I smiled at her. I contemplated paying her a visit one of these days. She needed to be enlightened about the true meaning of freedom, which wasn't solely about partying, extravagant shopping, or overseas travel. Real freedom meant feeling alive while doing what we love, without doubting if we truly deserved it, because, in reality, all that we gain should rightfully be ours from the start. Freedom was having no shackles that restrained our decisions and emotions in life, being the captains of our own destiny and masters of our own happiness.

“Yes, I needed to ask you some very important things concerning your people.” My eyebrows furrowed together as I entered her room, she motioned for me to close the doors and I did so hesitantly. “My people?” She nodded slowly, allowing her eyes to drift back to the fire. “Yes, darling, your people. The people of this community need someone to guide them and-,” “Absolutely not. You can ask Cassius. I will not be responsible for an entire kingdom of people, along with the fact that the kingdom is in shambles.” I grit out and she stands at my words.

Freedom was still waiting patiently for him to take advantage of it. Kanaima drew a handful of water and brought it to her mouth. He took a sip. The salt burned bitterly on his tongue, but that didn't bother him, for him it was just the taste of freedom! Because in that life, before he learned that the sea tasted salty, he had been a prisoner. He swallowed without changing a face, took a small glass vial from a pouch on his belt and filled it with the sea water. He pressed the cork firmly over the opening. Not a single drop was allowed to be lost on its journey.

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"

I stood at the doorway, watching the taillights of Shawn's car disappear into the night. It wasn't until Clementine pressed her tiny, warm body against me that I finally snapped out of the numbing cold. I held her tight and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Then, I turned around and went back inside to start packing. Clothes, documents, Clementine's baby formula and vaccination records—one by one, I erased every single trace of my presence in this house. The moment I finished booking the plane tickets, I suddenly felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Ana’s POV Freedom feels strange when you’ve forgotten what to do with it. For days—maybe longer, I stopped counting—I moved through this place without anyone stopping me, without doors closing behind me, without footsteps trailing close enough to remind me that every movement was being watched, controlled, measured. I could leave. That was the truth. The gate wasn’t locked. The guards didn’t block my path. No one stood there waiting to drag me back inside if I took one step too far.

"Let them come. I have broken one law. I can break another. I have crossed one threshold. I can cross the next. I am not a soul anymore, and I am not a guide. I am something new. And I am still learning what I can do." The guide was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke, and his voice was different now. Not the voice of a function. Not the voice of a duty. The voice of a man who had been freed and did not yet know what freedom meant. "What do we do now?" Eliana opened her eyes. She looked at the corridor around them, the walls of light, the ceiling that was not a ceiling but a sky that was still deciding what color it wanted to be. She felt the Chain pulse, once, twice, a rhythm that was not a h

"It feels like I can breathe. Like I can be myself. Like I don't have to pretend anymore." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that freedom isn't about being alone. It's about being with people who let you be yourself." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee