Independence Novels & Stories

The business exists because he funded it, arranged contractors, spoke to people who returned his calls because his name opened doors before mine had a chance to knock. None of that diminishes the love behind it. He’s never used money to control me, never made generosity feel like debt. He’s given without reminding me that he gave, and perhaps that kindness allowed me to avoid a question that I should have asked long ago: What happens if he changes his mind? The thought feels disloyal, and I reject it immediately, because he wouldn’t do that. But independence can’t be about upon believing someone will remain kind forever. That’s not ind

- I'm not, but one of my companions is," I declare with pride. I can't see them, but I can feel my companions' surprise. And the murmurs start up again among the crowd. - And you knew. You also knew about my birth and deliberately withheld this information from Alpha Stephen. That's why you're desperately trying to destabilize and discredit me. You know that once the Alpha Royal is revealed, you'll have no power. - The Royal Alpha's power comes from his pack of Alphas; without them, he's no better than any other Alpha," the council tells me as the assembly struggles to remain calm. I glance at Godfather, who gives me a quick smile. The council thinks he's called my bluff, and that makes me s

To a place where I can choose. Another line. To a place where I am not questioned for every step. She turned the notebook toward him again. The three lines remained. Clear. Uncompromising. Adrian read them carefully. Then looked at her. And for a moment There was no immediate response. Because this time There was no easy way to dismiss it. “You are describing independence,” he said finally. Ava nodded. “Yes.” Adrian’s gaze sharpened slightly, “And you believe you can achieve that from here.”

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

He said with a determination on his face. At that moment, I didn't even know what to say, I just stood up from my seat and made my way to the door. If I'm to go just like this, nothing will change but I have to let them know their stand this time around. So I turned around to face my father "Daddy, I don't understand what's going on with you parents, but I beg the four of you in the name of God, please leave us alone. We're old enough to make our own decisions. You got us married, fine, but please don't keep us married"

"No, get off, I don't want you to mark me" Confused I get up, first, she's upset because I haven't marked her then she says she doesn't want me to mark her, confused is an understatement. She then sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist and says "I like your way better, I want you to make our marking special and yes I will be your wife, your love , your everything and if your good I'll even be your whore in the bedroom and just for the record I'm a virgin too"

“This will help. And try to stay calm—Lila needs you.” “Not as much as I need her. She’s stronger than I am.” Jack shook his head. “When it comes to you, Lila is the weakest woman on the planet.” I blinked at him. Fuck. He had a point. We were so codependent on each other that it was almost debilitating to even think of life without the other.

Get money to buy the necessary things in the house. Like soap, grease, salt, or clothes for the children on Tet (new year holiday) or at the beginning of the school year. In the mountainous areas, people rarely trade and trade like in the lowlands and cities. All of them live in a self-sufficient way. What to eat and what to wear is not a concern. But children go to school, death anniversary. No money. As a result, the couples always argue, even fight. The atmosphere at home is always stuffy. No one thinks that is important. To everyone is a normal thing in their life.

The phrasing was exquisite. It wasn’t obedience he was asking for. It was courage through coordination. Adrian watched from the side of the room and understood the brilliance of it with something like dread. “He’s making dependence sound noble,” Adrian murmured. Malcolm didn’t look at him. “Dependence is what people call interdependence when they resent needing others.” Back in Iceland, Charlotte made the decision before the hall could fracture further. “We intervene,” she said. No triumph in it. No rhetoric. Just fact.

“Ain’t your parent’s super rich? Why are you ‘saving’ for your own wedding?” “Tsk,” Yhannie rolled her eyes on me. “Because I’m trying this new thing called being independent. I haven’t been home in years. I’m still keeping in touch with them but I wanted to be independent, you know. I want to be able to prove to them that I can do it by myself, that I can be an independent woman in this world filled with men. I want to earn my own shit without their help.” Yhannie went on and I really felt how she was truly serious with whole independency thing.