Novel & Cerita Love Ends Freedom Awaits Novel

Her personality wasn't strong enough to separate two people already in love and bound by the sacred vow of marriage. And so, the love that was guarded with all their souls and mutual trust and loyalty, even though sometimes faced with temptations, would eventually survive. Just like the stories of Celine and Zack, Gina and Adam, and now Kylie and Joe. END

"Fine. If you want to throw tantrums, be my guest." Click! He hung up. I smiled softly, gazing up at the sky. A bird soared past, free and unhindered. I could finally be free—free from Jace, free from the Johnston family, free to live my own life. While the Johnston family had supported me, I'd always felt like a caged bird, unable to explore the world I craved. Starting today, I could spread my wings and reach for the world I'd always dreamed of. I headed out to find Lena. She'd ditched her shift for me, and I knew meeting her face-to-face would calm her concerns.

He sat at a table by the window while sipping his coffee and enjoying the view. Ian was a graduate student in the department of anesthesiology in the medical faculty and a prodigy. He was renowned on campus for being unattainable. Rumor had it that he'd never dated anyone throughout his seven years in college. Ian Sadler, who had never been involved with other women, was my in-game partner! Pansy pushed me from behind, giving me a thumbs-up for encouragement. I staggered forward, appearing before Ian. "Uh… Are you SaltFist, Ian?"

Hale exhaled like he had been holding his breath for months. Molly sobbed openly and threatened to deny it to anyone who asked. Ava pressed both hands over her mouth. I should have felt free. Instead, I felt her. Her eyes on me. Her baby beneath her heart. The life waiting after the war. That was when freedom finally reached me. Not in the courtroom. In the car afterward, when Ava leaned across the seat, rested her forehead against mine, and whispered, “It’s over.” I touched her stomach. “No,” I said. “It’s starting.”

The Pacific stretched endlessly before me as I stepped down from the car, the setting sun painting the sky in shades of orange and crimson. I picked my way across the sand, dodging joggers and evening surfers. I found a piece of driftwood, faraway from the crowd and sank onto it. I was so lost in the hypnotic pull of the water,and the soft melody in my ears whispering about love and forever, that I didn’t hear the footsteps until they stopped just behind me. “Mind if I sit?” I removed my AirPods and turned to find a man standing a few feet away, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

What freedom might taste like. I opened my eyes as the dream dissolved. My room was dimly lit by the moonlight that spilled through the window, almost full tonight. I never saw the moon from my room back in House Rose. But here in Nikolai’s house, my windows were so big I could see the whole sky. I lay still, staring at it, my chest aching with an old wound that never really closed. Freya had waited. I had waited too. And instead of freedom, Vaelor came and Freya was sold to him.

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

'I do not have all the fortune to give you, but through this book, I give you my heart to write upon, Because you love to write. ~Liam. I went back to the note mumbling her last words. "...You took away the man I loved, so I decided to take mine. Without him, there cannot be me. I cannot exist in a world where he doesn't exist..." The aching in my heart worsened. Her love was taken away from her. Mine deserted me. I opened more reading. [Today I write upon my lover's heart in this note. Is there more to life than being a beautiful woman in a dress that costs a fortune? Is there any end to the struggle for freedom, for strength, for peace, and for love?

It said Brady Stevenson—my name. Tracy giggled. "This doll is me, Honey. You pierced my heart with your love! You have to love me forever, okay? And if you ever betray me, I'll... I'll kill you!" she joked, playfully punching my chest with her tiny fists. In that moment, it didn't feel like some fake marriage deal. It actually felt like we were really in love. I blinked, disoriented for a second. "Alright, let's go back to bed," she said, pulling me by the hand and leading me back into my room.

I asked him with a knotted forehead, but he only smiled before speaking. "Oh, shit, no, why would my thought change on that, I was just wondering what happened to the girl who said she loved the life she's living right now and that she wasn't really looking forward to retaining her memories because she wants to think of this as being given a new chance at life," Eric said and that made me feel like smacking my forehead with the back of my palm for thinking that he would actually not want that for me.