Morgan Freeman Narrated Novels & Stories

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

" His explanation eased my mind. While waiting, I updated my social media, letting my friends know I was back in the country. Soon, my phone was buzzing with notifications. Everyone was shocked, asking when I came back. [This afternoon.] I replied to each one, and my close friends congratulated me, asking how long I planned to stay. I answered, [I'm not leaving. Grandma passed away, and I don't need to stay abroad anymore. I've decided to settle back here.] For a moment, the feed went silent. Then, a private message popped up. [You're back?] I checked the name—it was from someone I didn't know well.

All the names they called me—cheap girl, worthless, pathetic beggar—and the child I'd never get to hold. There was nothing left to forgive. My voice was cold, my words final. "I wish I'd never met you." He stiffened, speechless, frozen where he stood. I turned away and walked toward the gate. But before stepping through, I glanced back once more. "Oh, and by the way—your mother's one hundred million dollars? I donated it all to an orphanage, in memory of the child I lost." Shock washed over his face. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He just stood there, motionless, like a statue.

Its form had already taken shape. I hurriedly closed my eyes again. However, I could feel the tingle in my nose, reminding me that I couldn't deny that this was now my reality. I had killed my own child because of a man who hadn't been worth any of my time or effort. My phone vibrated next to me. It was a text message from Archer Nolan. "Are you done sulking? You're already so old, yet you keep acting like a spoiled child! Don't keep thinking that the world revolves around you. You'd better know your place and stay there, Selene!"

I spoke calmly, catching my breath. "Was one miscarriage not enough? Do you want me to go through another one?" His hand froze midair. Both of us were thinking about my first miscarriage. Derrick was fast to respond. He was almost obsessive, even. "Don't worry. It won't happen again this time." The very next second, Crystal kicked the door open. "Fear not, Clarisse! I'm here to save you!" As she helped me up, she instructed the others behind her, "Do you see that man? Beat him up!"

"Seth, just handle it however you see fit. Don't let trash like them ruin your day. We run a luxury spa, not a charity." The voice coming through the video call was unmistakably Fiona Miller's. But what she said sent chills down my spine. "You hear that, deadbeat?" Seth Zeller shot me a smug look and added, "She said that I should handle this my way." Before I could react, he snatched my phone and threw it into a nearby water bucket. It hit the surface with a splash, and the screen went black in an instant.

No one's pulling this over on me! He floored the gas, pushing the car to 120 mph. I saw his palms sweat, his teeth biting his lip, his hands shaking unconsciously. He was scared, but there was still hope in him. I wished I could just tell Quentin it was all pointless. There was no need for hope because I was already gone. When they took my body out of the morgue's freezer, I couldn't bring myself to look. Even though it had been kept cold, my body had started to swell and decay after all this time.

I heard the voice of my uncle Brian Pearson shouting while holding a sign. I turned my head in surprise and saw him wheeling my elderly grandmother towards me. Brian seemed to have not changed much in my memory, and my grandma's eyes remained loving. "Krista, let me look at you carefully!" My grandmother caressed my hand, her eyes also filled with tears. "My dear, you suffered there. But when you come back to my place, no one will ever bully you again." My grandma held my hand tightly and refused to let go. I never mentioned to them what had happened between me and Ayden. Maybe it was because the tiredness on my face couldn't be concealed anymore, or maybe it was the telepathy between a gran

Mr Murphy exhaled deeply. "Whew! That's what I'm talking about. Come over here, Freya, I think my dad has a very good news for us." he said excitedly. "I knew it!" she exclaimed. "From the moment we stepped here, my instincts told me that we gonna find a solution to my problem. Thank God at last I've found hope again. But we don't have a car."

“Are you threatening me? Look at yourself. I could kill you in a minute if I wanted to.” Then, he pushed Fred away and left. When he got into the car, he took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes. However, his voice was still cold. “Wes, give me the first aid kit.” Wes looked at John’s wound and frowned. “Mr. Freeman, do you want me to teach that boy a lesson?” “No.” John looked at Fred through the window and said, “He is doing this for Liv.” Wes nodded. “Where do you want to go now, Mr. Freeman? Why don’t you go back home and take a nap? Your eyes are…”