Liberté Novels & Stories

Liberty’s POV ‘This is what it’s all about Liberty. The feel of the dirt beneath our paws, the scent of pine on the breeze and the freedom to run and hunt.’ Justice digs her paws into the dirt and the sensation of fulfilment filters into my mind. Justice has been as much a prisoner as I. I’m elated for her, to be out her in this beautiful wilderness, where she belongs.

Why can't she ever just say what she clearly knows and wants? But her words make my eyes focus away from the subject of the painting. And for the first time since arrival, I notice the wide eyes of the men following Liberté—wide, vacant, and fearful. My own gaze travels down to her feet to the pile of corpses, specifically to the man without pants. A tuft of pubic hair peeks from behind his bent leg, and there is an air of violent indignity to the grotesque scene. Suddenly, Liberté's pose no longer looks triumphant, and her face takes on a new emotion.

The world was vast, and danger could lurk in the most unexpected places. That afternoon, Lune decided to visit the library. It was a quiet refuge where she could dive into her studies without the distractions of socializing. As she walked through the aisles of books, she found solace in the printed pages and the scent of old paper. She became lost in her work, immersing herself in history and literature, desperately trying to fill her mind with knowledge and ambition.

“Then I’ll never be free.” The silence stretched between them, thick with emotion, neither willing to break first. Finally, Victor exhaled, stepping back ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “You want freedom, Olivia?” he murmured. “Then take it.” Her breath hitched. “What…?” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a key. “The front door is open. No guards. No chains. No threats.” He placed the key on the table between them. “If you walk out that door, I won’t stop you.”

Tamara said her softly and she nodded. "This one cannot even hurt fly." Chidera said coming back a container of Minimie chin chin. "Why are you guys always eating everything in my house?" Christiana asked as Tamara and Chidera got comfortable on her couch eating the chin chin. "You are under James' N*****x account abi?" Chidera asked switching on the Television. "No o, she's under Deji's account. I'm using it too." Tamara stated and Chidera nodded. ***********

Kash was a little puzzled, "Mr. Chaney will be worried." I shook my head and began to undress. Kash stepped back and then looked away, his ears reddening. "Ms. Houston, what are you doing?" I didn't care. I could do whatever for freedom. My dignity had long been worn out by Jeffrey. "He won't worry about me. These scars are all left on me by those kidnappers he hired." Kash looked at me at that moment. Inside my jacket was a white sleeveless tank top. My purplish red whip marks and a few scabbed scars on my arms showed clearly.

and it still would have rhymed. “As I was saying,” Viper said, clearly irritated. “That man’s name is Loro, which means parrot in Spanish. He’s called that because of his many colorful tattoos. Little did I know, just like a fucking parrot, he had a habit of repeating things that were told to him. So, tonight I removed some of his feathers, one-by-one, and I’ll continue to do so until every trace of my club is gone from his worthless body.” He shrugged. “It might take days. Loro has a lot of feathers.” “So, what’s your little tattoo removal service got to do with us?” I asked.

Together. Free.