His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom Novelas e Histórias

In that split second, I heard Dante collapse at the edge of the cliff, letting out the howl of a wounded animal. And as the weightlessness took hold, I closed my eyes and felt something I’d never known before: freedom. This is only the beginning, Dante. I want you to see me jumping every time you close your eyes for the rest of your life. I want you to rot in your power, stuck with that hollow woman, living like a stray dog in a prison of endless regret. Goodbye forever.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

Her hands shook as she stared at the destruction of her effort, her hope, her peace— broken, just like her heart. Marissa stepped on a shard, grinding it under her heel. “Oops,” she said lightly. “Clumsy me.”

"She was just fine before. How could she have liver cancer? She was excited about today... about our wedding... "And who are you? Why should I believe a stranger?" The woman, without a word, pulled out two more things. One was a cancer screening report. The report had Lily's name, her details, and the words "advanced liver cancer" written on it. Next to it was Lily's cell phone. The woman turned on the phone and showed him a picture of them together. "My name's Janet, her best friend from high school. "She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet.

In that occasion, she looked pitiable for me. Having sympathy to those people who were destined to fight me, was just a weakness. I didn't want to show my weakness anymore, because it would be an impediment in gaining my freedom. At the same time, I realized that seeking for freedom was never been easy, it needed an enormous sacrifice, bravery and patience.

I felt my heartache at his words, I really had no choice. After all, I was homeless. "Assirem," I answered, using the name my father used to call me. The name that I always adored. It's 'hope' in Tamazight. No more Karima, this would be my name from now on. "Okay, little hope, I am Aylan, now I hope you forgive me for my foolish actions," He said before picking me up and putting me on his back with my stuff in another.

and I nodded because it was, it wasn’t armor, it wasn’t a statement, it was just a dress that felt like breathing, soft and honest and mine. “You gonna call it something?” he asked, and I thought about it for a long time, about all the names I’d been called and all the names I’d survived, and then I said “Freedom, I’m calling it Freedom, because that’s what it is, that’s what I am now,” and he smiled like he’d been waiting for me to name it out loud.

"It's the breath. It’s a girl who kept walking when the world only offered cliff edges. It’s a mimic who wanted to be real just long enough to say goodbye. It’s a man who unlaced his own name so hers could remain. We are not fate's relics. We are the first version of freedom that didn’t wait for permission." She didn’t light a flame. She didn’t tear a veil. She spoke. And in that voice, She began the future.

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She had learned her lesson two years ago. This time, she wouldn’t be so easy to break. The tides had shifted, the storm had turned, Scarlet watched as the bridges burned. Voices that once called her cold and cruel, Now whispered regrets—were they mere fools? Apologies rang, yet felt too late, Two years of pain, two years of fate. She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide.

" His question was so absurd that I almost laughed again. He had wanted his freedom and passion back then. Now, he regretted it? What kind of nonsense was this? I yanked my hand away and spoke coolly, "Oliver, you and I are different people. Zara gives you the life you want. I don't." There was no point in dwelling on the past. After everything we had gone through across two lifetimes—the arguments and the emotional turmoil—looking back, I only felt distant and disgusted. I turned to leave, only to find Zara standing at the door. "Savannah, don't get too full of yourself. So what if you have money? Don't think Kayden actually loves you."