Novel Freedom Novels & Stories

It's been so long since I've worn clothes that everything feels scratchy and uncomfortable, but my fears disappear as soon as he's back in the room. He smiles as he takes my hand in his, and we leave the room together to my freedom, and I will cherish every second of it because I know that my freedom is never meant to be. Authors note. Can Ben give her the freedom she craves? Who is this master, and will he come looking for her? Thanks for reading Ben’s story, love and Light, Ellen X

Freedom was still waiting patiently for him to take advantage of it. Kanaima drew a handful of water and brought it to her mouth. He took a sip. The salt burned bitterly on his tongue, but that didn't bother him, for him it was just the taste of freedom! Because in that life, before he learned that the sea tasted salty, he had been a prisoner. He swallowed without changing a face, took a small glass vial from a pouch on his belt and filled it with the sea water. He pressed the cork firmly over the opening. Not a single drop was allowed to be lost on its journey.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

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.

When they were exposed as charlatans, they returned to the country to prey on the locals. Unfortunately, the truth was exposed before they could plagiarize any other artwork. I felt nothing when I heard the details of Simon's and Yasmin's downfall. I only wondered why they couldn't stick to a simple life where they didn't have to go against their conscience. It was too bad that they were too blinded by greed to understand such a value. These days, I was kept on my feet at the ER department while Aaron oversaw the wedding planning. It was another typical day at work when we received a call about a serious pile-up. Paramedics and doctors were requested to tend to the casualties on-site.

The snow outside gleamed under the pale morning sun, and beyond that window lay something precious: freedom. Her pulse quickened as she crossed the room, the worn floorboards creaking softly beneath her. She placed a hand on the window frame, fingers brushing against the cold glass. For a moment, she hesitated. She had no plan, no destination in mind, but none of that mattered now. What mattered was getting out of here—breaking free before they forced her into a life she didn’t choose.