Novel & Cerita Locked In While My Siblings Chase Freedom

It felt as if thousands of needles were scattered across the floor, each one piercing my skin like a sharp shard of razor. I writhed, desperate to escape the torment, but my restraints held firm. The darkness seemed to closing in around me, suffocating me. Panic clawed at my chest, my heart racing like a wild animal. But despite the fear, a spark of hope flickered within me. I knew my brothers would realize I was missing and launch a search. They would move heaven and earth to find me. However, my mind was a jumble of worries. Had my brothers received my message before the Bratva clan abducted me? Were they fast enough to reach Tyler before he turned himself in to the cops?

Without a word, he slapped Chandler across the face. Chandler's lip split open, but he stayed silent, his gaze full of desperation as he looked at me. Melinda seemed to have aged years in an instant. She wanted to say something, but no words came out. How could she, with her perfect marriage, tell me to accept a marriage tainted by betrayal? I left the Armstrong residence, and Chandler rushed to catch up. "Is it really over for us?" he asked. I looked at the house that had once been filled with our youthful dreams, the place where Chandler and I had spent countless days imagining a future together.

“If you’re going to kill me, do it. Don’t stand there feeding me fortune-cookie philosophy.” The figure tilted its head slightly. “Do you want to be free?” I froze as the question hung in the air, heavy with implication. My instinct screamed not to trust it — yet something inside me, the animal part that refused to die, clung to the word free. “Yes,” I said at last, my voice steady but raw. “I want out.” The cloaked figure stepped closer. A faint hiss broke the silence as the magnetic locks on my cuffs disengaged one by one. The hard metal clinked against the floor, echoing like gunfire in the still room.

And deep down, we both understood that Chun Kit’s imprisonment wasn’t some magical fix to the hell we’d been navigating. It was a beginning. A monumental one. But just the first step on a road still riddled with landmines. “If he’s really locked up... does that mean my exile’s over?” she asked, a nervous laugh hitching in her throat. “Well... his loyal dogs might still be sniffing around,” I said. “But if you stick to Lazaro’s instructions, I think you’ll be safe enough to come to New York. You can stay at the penthouse.” “Ooh,” she purred, teasing. “Are you inviting me to your apartment, Mr. Lockhart?”

They will feel every shift, every tear, and every crossing. Kieran’s grip tightened until it was almost painful. “They’ll be trapped.” They will be needed, the presence said. Always. My stomach twisted into a knot. “And the other?” The other will be free. The word 'free' echoed in my bones. It sounded like the wind or an open sky. It was something we had almost forgotten how to imagine. Kieran let out a dry, broken laugh. “So one of us becomes a living lock just so the other can walk away?”

The voice at the door came in a growl, and with a fury I’ve never come across before, causing my throat to tighten as I flinched back into reality. No way. There’s absolutely no way I can let them capture us too. But how though?! For all I know, we can’t just keep standing here. I have to find a way out for us and— “Let’s take the window!” I snapped at my sobbing sister impatiently, and before she even had the time to brace herself, I prowled towards the window with her. My eyes kept darting behind me as I tried to unlock the window with my fidgeting hands, but it was up to no avail. Not even a second later and I already found myself shaking my head in denial as the door suddenly burst open

Thinking about all these loses, I’ve come to a conclusion that today’s a celebration of life, of those who have survived and won. Sometimes, I look back at aunt Mellow’s story and I’m inspired. It’s what inspired the talks of freedom in my art. It gave me the idea of liberty. And, now, I think I’ve finally reached that point in my life that I’ve always wished for. When everything comes together and makes sense. When someone finally hands me the keys to my chain. Or, better yet, when I finally break those fucking shackles. This brings me to the point where I think of what to call you, fucker.

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

Sarah's POV When I submitted my application to leave the pack to the administration center, the elder in charge of the registration thought that he had misread it. "Sarah Holloway! You're leaving the Snowlight Pack?" "Yes. I felt my mate calling out to me through the mind-link a few days ago," I said, repeating the excuse I'd prepared beforehand. "He told me that he's in the Neutral Zone, and I'm planning to take Nora there to reunite with him."

I gave up the home my fiancé and I were supposed to buy together, and the realtor stares at me in surprise. "You've already paid the deposit. Don't you want to wait until your fiancé gets back before you make it official?" I smile and set the keys on the desk. "No. He's busy taking his first love skiing." Julian Harrow and I have been together for five years, and every winter, he goes to Valeria. He always calls it a business trip, but the photos he posts are of the snow-covered peak of Mount Veyra. Whenever I ask when he's finally going to take me there for our honeymoon, he always gives the same answer. "Next time." Then yesterday, I found the old camera he left at home. Inside were