Novel Freedom Novels & Stories

Every time Jennifer and I made eye contact, she would quickly avert her gaze, appearing uncomfortable whenever I smiled at her. I contemplated paying her a visit one of these days. She needed to be enlightened about the true meaning of freedom, which wasn't solely about partying, extravagant shopping, or overseas travel. Real freedom meant feeling alive while doing what we love, without doubting if we truly deserved it, because, in reality, all that we gain should rightfully be ours from the start. Freedom was having no shackles that restrained our decisions and emotions in life, being the captains of our own destiny and masters of our own happiness.

I view them as an emblem of fortune and pray that with unwavering determination, one day I too will pen the final chapter of my fairy tale, and find my happily ever after. I opened the book, the pages creaking with age, and started to read. Soon, the words on the page enveloped me, pulling me into a world of love, passion, and freedom. It was then that I realised that the power of literature lies not just in its ability to entertain, but in its potential to set us free from our fears, to inspire courage, and to ignite hope within us. And with that thought, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and signed my freedom away from the dangerous men across the hall - not to the devil, but to the po

Freeda complained as she spun around. She was very confused as to what she was going to do, knowing if she wanted freedom but it took her a long time to achieve that. "Freeda, I respect whatever decision you'll make, as long as you follow what you think is right. I'm sorry because you got into our trouble, we need you too, you are our hope," I said, I looked at her and she was going to be crazy thinking about what to do.

Before long, they were all sentenced to prison and received their deserved punishment. As for me, I stepped onto a new path in life. … Extra: Zara Sommer In my previous life, my existence had been nothing short of bleak. But now, with a second chance, I refused to be submissive. I turned down the blind date Mom set up for me and stood up against her, ultimately succeeding in changing my fate. However, when I later reviewed Mom's chat records, I was dumbstruck to learn the truth. I discovered that I was not her biological child but instead was bought from a trafficker.

he said as he threw the paper on the table once again, but this time right in front of me. I picked up the pen and opened the file with a smile on my face. Twenty‑five million — did he really think I was that stupid? If he could afford to buy Melinda a necklace worth 30 million, he could afford more to buy her freedom. Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze.

someone said. Simon wrapped an arm around Yasmin and pecked her cheek lovingly before saying, "It was a challenge, but Yasmin supported me through tough times. If she hadn't kept me going, I would have given up and found some boring white-collar job to stick with until retirement." Yasmin stared at him indulgently and said softly, "Simon doesn't give himself enough credit for his success. His art had an impact, and he wouldn't have become famous if it weren't for his raw talent."

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.

"It feels like I can breathe. Like I can be myself. Like I don't have to pretend anymore." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that freedom isn't about being alone. It's about being with people who let you be yourself." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

The Former King looked away. Pretending not to be emotional. Cassian absolutely noticed. Lira rolled her eyes. Kael simply laughed. Because somehow against all odds, Nova had done it again. Not through power. Not through violence. But through choice. The city glowed brighter than ever before. The frozen citizens began fading peacefully. One by one. Thousands of trapped souls finally released. Their imprisonment ending. Their suffering ending. Their stories ending. Not in tragedy. In peace. Nova watched them disappear into the light.

Especially when I know I might never get my freedom. My laptop screen is beginning to dim. I realized when I woke up in Adam's arms that this life was never going to be mine. This was the life of a woman who was free to love and trust. If I get my freedom, it will be at Adam's cost, and I will hurt the one man who has shown me what it's like to be cherished. And without betraying Adam, I can never taste freedom.