Novel Freedom Novels & Stories

The way he looked at Charlie was full of disappointment, as if he were the one being abandoned. Megan's eyes were full of tears. She broke free from Jamie and grabbed my hands. "Ida, I really love Charlie! Please set him free and let us be together, okay? I swear I'll treat Nigel well. I'll never have children of my own! I'll treat Nigel like my own son!" I stood there like some unforgivable villainess. But… I wanted the divorce, too! I did not want to dig into what had happened during that one short month as I straightened up and looked at Charlie. "Charlie, if you won't finalize the divorce with me, I'll file it on my own."

He'd given me such a hard, unwelcoming look that a chill ran up my spine, causing me to shrink away from him instinctively. For a long while, we didn't speak. On our break between classes, the idea of sneaking past him while he was napping freaked me out so much that I decided to climb out the window just to get to the water cooler. It was my first time climbing out a window, and I'd unceremoniously fallen flat on my butt. "Pft!" I heard someone sputtering overhead, only to look up and see Julian leaning against the window ledge, grinning at me.

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

“So, Ariya, what are you passionate about?” The words began to leave my mouth before I could hold them back, “When I was younger, I used to fantasize about what my life would be like if humans were free and left to make their own decisions and be in control of their own lives. So, I’d write about it. Eventually the fairly vivid fantasy turned into a seven-hundred-page novel about a girl’s adventurous journey of self-discovery and growth based off of what she experiences, observes and learns throughout the various outrageous situations she faces throughout her lifetime. It has everything you could hope for, adventures beyond your wildest imagination, horrors, mysteries, riddles, cursed and ra

Nina had always dreamed of freedom. Nina could remember the time before she was eighteen years old. A day that remained in her memories would be the day before her birthday. She was turning eighteen the next day and her Alpha King Uncle had promised to give her her freedom. She would be free from working as a maid and would be allowed to find her mate. It was all she had ever wanted, to be with her mate and be free. She remembered how happy she had been when she had checked the calendar that morning and how she had imagined her future, although the scary voice of Ms. Clara had disrupted her moment, Nina was still giddy. But not even an hour later she had found out that she had never had a ch

Because if I let go of hope, what would be left? Back home, I took the photo and placed it in a drawer. I refused to let it define the day. Instead, I went to my office, opened the manuscript I had abandoned months ago, and began to write. Words spilled out. Not about Daniel. Not about betrayal. But about freedom. About a woman who chose to rise anyway. Who built something beautiful from the ruins. Who fell in love again—not just with someone else, but with herself. It was fiction. But it was mine.

Nova was just the perfect tool. Nova was the only person who had ever been truly immune to the Ashford currency. She didn't care about the company, the money, or the power. She only cared about her mother, and when she saw how toxic my life was, she chose to walk away from the safety net. She was the one who was truly free. And that infuriated me more than anything. I poured another glass. The sound of the waves washing up on the shore was the only thing I could hear, a low, constant roar that drowned out the noise in my head.

"You want to be loved, but seeing as you're lonely, no one will love you. You want to be enough for yourself, but you don't like yourself very much. You once watched Little Women and cried like a baby, because you think your life sucks and you see Jo March, you look like Jo March, you feel like Jo March, you want to be a powerful woman who is not just kno. " I shake my head, feeling frustrated, I wonder why his words are still stuck in my head. Once again, I direct my attention back to the beautiful book in my hands. It is a beautifully written and captivating novel that explores the themes of freedom, identity, and the human desire for connection. The story is set in France during the 18th

"We're having a baby....Not me idiot! My sister....It would be great if we have one but let's get married like them first." And then, my husband. And the little life growing inside me. I touched my stomach. We had survived so much just to reach this table. There were moments when I genuinely believed none of us would make it here. There were nights when I wondered whether God had forgotten me. There were days when I thought the only way to become free was to disappear. But I was wrong. Freedom wasn't death. Freedom was waking up. Freedom was choosing truth. Freedom was forgiving yourself for the things you never had the power to change. Freedom was rewriting history. And freedom was finally