Novel & Cerita Locked In While My Siblings Chase Freedom

Traipsing their feet onto the wilderness, lost and in torment. From the moment they withstood the misery of this earth, they already knew that the world is against them. Because they are chosen, yet the devil is attempting to destroy their lives; to steal their freedom, and to kill the happiness they longed to have. They're lost sheep, being caged by insecurities, discomfort, resentment, vengeance, bitterness, grudge, and sorrow. They never know which way to go, nor who to trust. Because of the stinging miseries in their hearts, it made them even worse and they seek hope, peace, and freedom from satisfying themselves—destroying anyone they think would harm them.

“We have come so far together, we aren’t ready to give it all up now. We can do this!” “For Freedom” came the answering battle cry. With whoops and hollers they ran to their stations. Katalea surveyed the group from her spot on her terrace that overlooked the water. “It was strange to feel so much dread and so much relief at the same time,” she thought. The combination left her little room for fear. She had been training for this day since she was eight. The thought of an attack from the north had been hanging around her neck like a cinder block for so long, part of her was glad to face it. If they survived this night, they could begin to live with real freedom.

the woman cried incessantly, Freeda didn't saw Maximus cry. "Is it where their father was arrested and get killed by the police?" Freeda wondered, she remembered the mission of the siblings. "Mom, I'll promise you. I'll get the justice for father," she heard Maximus said. Freeda just listened but then the place was blurred, it looks like the time was forwarded. She saw the seven siblings crying on the floor as their mom was losing her life. "Mom! Please don't leave us!" Freeda felt pain looking at the scenario, she looked away as her tears dripped down. The time forwarded again but then Freeda was startled to hear the loud thunders and felt the heavy rain. It was dark but Klyde was on her si

"If our bond be broken, let this be the end of all worlds, destruction of all that breathes. Let this bond stand the test of time!!!" I repeated these lines, a sense of deja vu hitting me. Brianna once said something about this, something about three brothers..." Think, think, dude think!" I pressured my mind, till I remembered. A sense of dread filling me, remembering that fateful day. As I was congratulated on being part of the Elites, all I could think about was the fact that, I was related to all the others here. That was the pledge the brothers made, and we carry it with us, wherever we go.

Thankfully Liberty ceases the opportunity to get Marcel out of harms way and she practically shoves him out of the door, shouting after him to go to Imelda and lock the door. Max struggles and breaks away, Caleb catches his back leg as he makes a dash for the door. The taste of my brother’s blood is not something I ever wanted to know, but the only way to keep hold of him is for Caleb to sink his teeth deeper and deeper as Max continues to struggle for his freedom.

That Blue Moon has played a major part in most of my life events, the kid’s conception, the treaty and now this, my death. Dragged out of my cage, I can resist more. Now they don’t have my kids. But I am in so much pain. I collapsed to the ground, struggling to stand. Eventually, I am dragged into what looks like an abandoned mill. “We can go back for them,” Someone says. At that point, I stopped my struggle. It’s a no-brainer, them or me. I would choose them every time. I am chained to a wall. Kicked and punched by all six of my assailants, before some bread and water were placed on a small ledge. One of them grabbed my face. “The fun really begins for you tomorrow, Summer.” They left laugh

I said, voice sharp, “you remember what happens to runaways.” "No." "Yes." She kicked. I caught her ankle mid-air. "You want to fight?" I asked, eyes gleaming. "Fine. Fight me. Show me how free you think you are." She tried to lunge, snarling, snapping, defiant. I pinned her in seconds. Breathing hard, heart racing, I leaned in close. “You haven’t changed, Lyra. You’re just wearing freedom like a dress—it doesn’t fit yet.” And still—still—there was fire in her.

The rain made it harder to see, the ground slippery beneath my feet, but I pushed forward, every step taking me closer to freedom. As I ran, my hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen. "Don’t worry, baby," I whispered softly. "Mommy is doing this for us. We’re finally escaping. We’re finally free from the cruel punishment your father has forced upon us." For the first time in a long while, hope flickered in my chest. I was running toward an uncertain future. But at least, I was no longer trapped.

If I was my normal self, it would have taken me ages to break that lock open. But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I threw the cell door open, grabbing my brother’s arm. “Let’s go,” I said to him and He didn’t argue. He followed me and We moved out quickly. Every sound we heard felt like someone was watching us and it reminded us that we were running out of time. I could taste our freedom. We were so close to getting him out of here. Just a little more and…. “Going somewhere?” The deep voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade and my body went rigid.

he instructed a nearby guard. The guard stepped forward, grasping my arms firmly, but I resisted, my body tensing in a desperate bid for freedom. Another guard rushed to assist, and together they dragged me towards the door. My feet scraped against the floor, my heels digging into the ground as I struggled to break free. The guards finally managed to maneuver me into the room, slamming the door shut behind me and turning the key with a loud clang. I rushed to the door, my fists pounding against the solid wood as I pleaded to be let out. "Please, I need to see my sister!" I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. Tears streamed down my face, hot and unchecked, but my cries were met with s