Of Light And Freedom Novels & Stories

(Aria’s PO‌V) Morning light⁠ slipped betwee⁠n the tall glass panes, flooding the living room wi‌th pale gold. It‍ was the ki⁠n‍d of light that belonged to fre‍edom — the s‌ort that might have‍ once felt like a promise. Now it o⁠nly bur⁠ne‍d against the insid‌e⁠ of Aria’s eyelids when she tried to s⁠leep.

But more people simply said he was stupid. Zach came over and took my phone away. “Stop looking. What do you want for dinner tonight?” “What does Lyla want to eat?” “Egg custard is fine for her. You matter more.” “What about lemon shrimp?” “Sure. Whatever you want.” The balcony was covered in green vines under the evening sun. They climbed upward, full of life and quiet strength. My story was still going on.

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."

Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with nothing and built everything, and when people ask me what Freedom means I tell them it means you don’t have to be perfect to be worthy, you don’t have to be unbroken to be loved, you just have to keep choosing yourself even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard. James is in the kitchen right now burning toast because he insists on making breakfast even though he’s terrible at it, and Lily is “helping” which means making a mess, and I’m sitting at my table with a new sketchbook open and a pencil in my hand an

Rather, it was her calm admission that she used to love him and then telling him equally as calmly that she didn't want him anymore. Larry flew back to Snowlight Pack alone that evening. Before boarding the plane, he sent Brock two text messages. The first one said, "Make a public announcement that I will be rejecting all pack alliance marriage proposals from now on." The second one said, "Establish a long-term education fund for Nora in the Neutral Zone, under my name, without Sarah's knowledge." After sending them out, he stood at the boarding gate and looked down at an old photo on his phone from many years ago.

"Jason, your whole family is rotten! When Lily was assaulted back then, you traded away her justice for the investment in your company. Did you forget that?" Then, I pointed at a man in the crowd. "It was you! You assaulted Lily, then used money to buy Jason off. That's why you're still walking free!" Everyone immediately moved away from him while whispers surrounded all of us. "Jason built his fortune on her sister's suffering, then let his mistress kill her. That's almost demonic..." "I'm on Clara's side this time. I'll tell my dad to cancel every investment in their company." "Me too." Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!"

“If this is normal, I could get used to it.” Later that night, they returned to the beach house. The ocean whispered outside, and the air smelled faintly of rain. Alexander sat by the open window, gazing at the horizon. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think freedom meant control, owning everything, commanding everyone, never depending on anyone.” “And now?” Elena asked, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. He looked at her. “Now I think freedom is the opposite. It’s letting someone in and realizing you don’t have to carry the world alone.” She walked over, standing beside him. “That’s something most people never figure out.” “I had a good teacher,” he said softly. She smiled. “And

During my pre-wedding shoot, my older sister, Camilla Bellandi, looks at the white veil on me and turns green with envy. "You look so beautiful. It's a pity I have poor health, so I probably won't have the chance to wear a wedding gown and get married in this lifetime." Our Mamma, Anna Greco, sheds tears out of heartache, while our Papa, Fabio Bellandi, keeps sighing. My fiance, Raffaello Donatelli, has someone bring out another wedding gown straight away. "Let Camilla take a few photos too. Consider it granting her wish." Camilla puts on the white veil and takes Raffaello's arm. Halfway through the shoot, she looks down at her empty ring finger and says softly, "It seems like somethin

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

A new creation. A creation with no master. No bloodline. No contract. No rules. And as the light grew a voice whispered through the darkness. The Creator has chosen freedom. A pause. Then: Now freedom must choose what it becomes.