Novel & Cerita Locked In While My Siblings Chase Freedom

I couldn't fall behind. It hadn't been easy, but I was lucky. I had companions who shared the same dream of building a stronger nation. Together, we marched with the times and worked tirelessly for our nation's prosperity. Alicia Stone, may your future only grow brighter like your country's.

I pieced two and two together and by the time I got a clear picture, I knew that the idea of freedom was nothing but a long fairytale I would only ever get when I laid my head on the pillow and drifted off the sleep. The realization hit me so much that I lost my breath there. But it was just as I had feared. I’d heard stories, watched the TV and saw the news, heard all the things they were capable of. And it all made so much sense. So much sense I wondered just how I missed it! And it dawned on me heavier than before. My brother sold me to a fucking, ruthless mafia king who ruled all over Chicago!

The door is wide open. If they see the door... I hear footsteps on the concrete. Heavy. Purposeful. Step. Step. Step. I have seconds. I grab the handle of the massive steel door. I pull. It is heavy. So heavy. I strain against the weight. My muscles burn. The footsteps are getting closer. Close it. Close it. The door swings shut. Clang. I spin the wheel. I am locked inside. I press my ear to the cold steel. The footsteps stop right outside.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

After three years together, my boyfriend, Walker Ashford, proposed. But right after that, he got cold feet. At our wedding photo shoot, Walker buried his face against my best friend Anna Benedict's shoulder. "The way Valentina looks at me freaks me out," he said. At the jewelry shop, he grabbed Anna's hand and refused to let go. None of it made sense. But my future mother-in-law, Judith Ashford, pulled me aside. "Valentina, why not let Anna take your place in the photos? We can put you in later." Walker's sister, Emma Ashford, pushed Anna forward. "She has better taste. Let her pick the ring for you." I swallowed my hurt and watched in silence as they took my wedding photos and picked out my

The Silver Moon Pack has a tradition. Every female wolf about to have her bonding ceremony receives a flower crown woven from Moonshadow flowers. These flowers only bloom near the Moon Goddess statue and must be handpicked by family members. It represents the Goddess's blessing and the family's love. My twin sister, Stella, and I share the same birthday. But our older brother, Blake, only brought back one crown. It was intricate and gorgeous. Stella squealed in delight. Our mother, Eleanor, affectionately stroked Stella’s hair, telling her she would always be her shining pearl. Our father, Richard, added sternly that if Stella’s future mate ever bullied her, he would make him pay. No one tho

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

“Unless you stole this paper from the Sterling family and forged the signature of the Vance heir onto it.” Beside me, Maya shifts two steps backward, not wanting to be associated with my brand of problems, the only thing standing between my death and my freedom is sorting this mess out. The the words are on the tip of my tongue. Triad mate. Say it and I'm free, say it and I'm chained to them forever, the registrar’s eyes are on me, the whole place is quiet. The pulse in my throat is going fast, and faster. I open my mouth....

I just didn;t want to hustle to live until I die with fucked up lungs , liver and heart and never go anywhere never do anything besides hustle to survive. It may have been our fathers father fathers life and they may have been happy with it , but I wasn’t. Seeing a brother with his throat slit and dance with the devil and survive was my wake up call. It could be either one of us on a cold slab , skin grey and ashy at any point. Three more years , and we were gone. The trick was not letting on and not getting caught of what we were doing. If we were found the club could vote on us being traitors , thieves and deserters. They would rebel and kill us before we stepped foot out the door.

"A security sticker only proves that a stranger had a roll of company labels. It doesn't prove whose hand actually wrote the note, and it doesn't prove who set up this nightmare." "But it definitely proves whose name is printed on it," Gabriel argued. His voice cracked with raw emotion. I could tell how much he hated showing his pain in front of us. "Our father gave us the keys to this cabin. He smiled at us and told the three of us to come up into the mountains and bond as a family. He set the trap, Oliver." I stood silently by the sink, looking back and forth between them. Despite their differences, they shared the exact same stubborn jawline. Right now, they both shared the exact same fe