I Choose Freedom Novels & Stories

It was why I had hesitated to make my choice between them for so long. However, at that moment, I finally understood that I had been just a toy for them to pass the time with over the last two decades. Just then, Sophia uploaded a new post to her Instagram. She was sitting on my couch in the photo, showing off two different diamond rings that sparkled brilliantly on her fingers. She was wearing a tailored suit and glass heels. I recognized her outfit to be the same one that Antonio and Matteo had specially ordered for my birthday half a year ago.

After saving money with Justin Pierre for five years, we finally went to view a house. My best friend, Maria Houston, came along too. "The master bedroom needs a walk-in closet. Can we knock down this wall?" she asked Justin while pointing at the floor plan I had been looking at for the past six months. "I'll get a designer to take a look tomorrow. You can change it however you want." The two of them discussed everything, from the direction the apartment faced to the tiles, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bathtub. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner, unable to get a word in. When it was time to sign the papers, he seemed to suddenly remember I was here and said, "We'll put this pla

My worth had never belonged in his hands. I had learned to choose myself before I chose him again. And because of that, the second time was different. This time, I had not been given away. I had not been commanded. I had not been traded. I had not begged. I had chosen. And every day after, I remained free to choose again. THE END

He just saw Medora. "I want to make my own choices," I whispered into the quiet room. "I want to wake up and decide what I eat, where I walk, and who I talk to. I want to choose my own path. I just want to be free." Kenzo nodded slowly. He didn't judge my answer. He didn't argue. He didn't tell me I already had freedom here inside this stone fortress. He just accepted my raw truth. "That's a good answer," he murmured.

] [Yvette, you deserve better. [He is not worthy of you.] [Go. Go as far as you can. Don’t look back.] I had waited for three years. I never expected anyone to understand me. But that night, under the stars, I finally met people who understood all the grievances I had carried for three years. I thanked them one at a time. [Thank you.] [Also, I’m already divorced.] I casually posted the divorce judgment. The post quickly went viral and was pushed to the top of trending topics.

Noah would make a joke about racing us to marriage. Missy would cry. The public would eventually learn. Reporters would ask questions. There would be more games. More mistakes. More choices. Our lives would not become perfect because a ring rested on my finger. But perfection was no longer what I wanted. I wanted a life that was honest. A home where love did not require surrender. A man who stood beside me without asking me to disappear inside him. I had once believed happiness meant being chosen. Now I understood. The most important choice had always been my own. I chose freedom. I chose trust. I chose Chase. And this time, I chose myself too. The End

The promise they had made before either of them understood what it meant. Nobody gets to decide for anybody else. Rei opened her eyes. “No.” The entire chamber shook. The voice became louder. CHOOSE. Rei stepped toward the fourth circle. “No.” CHOOSE ONE. She stepped closer. Dominic followed. “No,” Rei repeated. She looked at every person in the room. “At the beginning, they thought freedom meant choosing correctly.” She looked at Hope. “They were wrong.” Then she looked at the fourth circle. “Freedom means being allowed to choose incorrectly.”

I nod my head vigorously, I'll do everything in my power to earn my freedom. _________ Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

What I will do is open my hand to you when you make the choice. Welcome you with no resentment, for this one ground we share Has drunk enough blood to saturate it for centuries. We may not have had a choice at birth but we do have a choice to either build or destroy each other. "All that he's said . . . it's true, T. We may not have had a hand in how we were made but we do have a choice to make in whether we choose hate," he paused wiping away the perpetual flow of tears from my eyes gently," or love. And from how I see it, hating each other is such an unnecessary energy that drains the chances of good in this world."