Of Light And Freedom Novels & Stories

The anger burned inside me, but I could do nothing but stand there and watch their happiness unfold. I watched them live their lives, carefree and affectionate, until I was finally reborn. Nonetheless, I had everything figured out. There was nothing more important than investing in myself and contributing to my country.

He was giving us the truth, and the weight of it settled heavily in the room. “It’s better than where we are now,” Frederick said with a genuine sense of joy in his voice, and in that moment, I understood his optimism. A little freedom, even under certain conditions, was far better than living in fear or under the constant threat of captivity. There was a flicker of hope in his eyes, and I felt it, too. Linus, ever the strategist, leaned forward. “This is how we will turn the tide,” he said, and the room grew quiet, every word he spoke drawing our attention.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

I swiftly, icily replied, "I can handle myself, Mr. Porter. You should save your concern for yourself." A dark cloud passed through his eyes before he grabbed my arm, his grip so tight that it felt like my bones might snap. "Joanna, you can ask me for one favor–as long as it doesn't hurt Rebecca. I owe you that much." I looked down, thinking to myself, 'Yeah, you owe me big time, from a whole other life.' Right then, Rebecca strolled up, all smiles, hooking her arm through Calvin's. "Calvin, Jo, what's all the serious talk about?"

And somewhere beyond it, the first war of freedom was already being decided. Freedom spreads faster than wisdom, and the first war will not be fought for power, but for meaning. “When dawn comes,” the unseen voice whispered, “let us see how many still choose each other.”

My nerves seem to recede and the atmosphere shifts from interview to relaxed rather quickly. "Wow," I whisper in utter shock and Fiadh nods her head before whispering back, "Very pretty." But my "wow" wasn't about the room. It was because I didn't realize how drastically different lighting could affect my mood. The low lighting did make the room look beautiful though. "The rest of the evening is all about enjoying each other's company and getting to know one another on a more intimate level. Have fun," the male Kea says, and chaos erupts as males move across the room to the women's side.

"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."

It was a picture of us taken ten years earlier in the library at Alderheim University. On the back, written in my younger handwriting, were the words: "May we grow old together and never drift apart." In the end, she had lost the boy who once wrote those words for her. Three years later, I became Aldoria's youngest foreign inductee into the Academy of Architecture. The awards ceremony was held in Bellemont. Dressed in a black formal suit, I stood beneath the spotlight and delivered my acceptance speech in fluent Valorian. I said that this award was dedicated to everyone who had lost themselves in marriage and found the courage to reclaim who they were.

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

At the welcome-home party for Geoffrey Flaig’s childhood sweetheart, Melinda Sommer, his friends started a game of Spin the Bottle. The first few rounds were harmless. They were only changing their profile pictures into ugly photos of themselves, kissing the person next to them, or confessing to the person they hated the most. When the bottle landed on Selena Brodie, they pulled out the divorce papers between her and Geoffrey and dared her to sign them. “Selena, we dare you to sign it!” She stayed motionless for a long time. She just stared at the line where he had already signed his name. The signature looked bold and flamboyant, and the ink had long since dried. Seeing this, Melinda