Novel Freedom Novels & Stories

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

When the doctor shook his head and said no, explaining that my stomach would be too fragile to handle much stimulation, I closed my eyes and never said another word. Evelyn kneeled on the cold floor. Tears mixed with blood as they streamed down. She had always believed that she had given me a life of luxury. A life of comfort and dignity. What she never realized was that what she had really given me was humiliation day after day. And a despair with no bottom. "Nathaniel…" She repeated his name. In her eyes surged a hatred so intense it seemed capable of destroying everything.

He had told me the only way to be free, and I didn't know if I could do that thing, because it wasn't as easy as I thought. I needed to kill a hundred people to be free, and I lost hope that I could. It was hopeless; I knew I couldn't even kill an animal, but how much more human? Cain told me to try. My decision was needed, I needed, and whether I was willing to sacrifice a hundred lives or not, everything would change the direction of my life, especially since the curse might become active and would control me at anytime.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

The guard’s tone was flat, clipped, final. Fear clenched her chest—icy, suffocating—but then hope hit, hot and wild, a tidal wave smashing through every frozen corner of her heart. Freedom. ───────────────────────── Chapter 58: A soft, dangerous thought whispered: maybe he’s just being kind. Celebrating my freedom. That had to be it. She swallowed, trembling, sliding into the plush leather seat. Rich leather, faint cologne, quiet authority—him—enveloped her like a promise she wasn’t allowed to touch yet.

"I didn't expect you to be so devoted. If that's the case, I'll grant you your wish." Even though he was reluctant, Theodore followed my decision. A few days later, Jessica was released from prison. Joseph embraced her tightly with tears in his eyes. "Jess, this time, we can finally be together. We can do it openly and freely." In the car, watching as the two of them embraced affectionately, Theodore glanced at me and asked, "Are you trying to be some benevolent saint?" I teased the baby in my arms as I smiled faintly. "Not really. I'm just curious whether they'll actually be happy now that they've gotten what they wanted."

Maya. We sat in silence. Watching the fire. Not talking. Just being. "What now?" Hope finally asked. "What do we do with freedom? I have never had real freedom before. Marcus controlled me. Then I controlled myself. Then government controlled me. Now nothing controls me. I do not know what that means. I do not know how to be just free." "You learn," I said. "Slowly. One day at a time. You make choices. Small choices. What to eat. What to wear. What to do. You practice being normal. Being human. Being child."

Maybe it was just changing form, becoming something new, something that didn’t need control to exist. She closed her eyes, listening to the soft rhythm of Adrian’s breathing. Tomorrow would come, uncertain and raw. There would be mistakes, rebuilding, maybe even another war. But there would also be life. Real, messy, unfiltered life. And that, Lena realized, was what freedom had always meant.

I think about the lives I will save. I think about Nathaniel. About the mansion. About the empty closet. About the photograph Marcus showed me. I feel nothing. That is not true. I feel something. It is not love. It is not forgiveness. It is not hope. It is freedom.