Of Light And Freedom Novels & Stories

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee

Divine blood matured globally. Not just in me. If I try to anchor everything alone— I become the brace. And braces fail. That night, I stand again in the courtyard. The sky wide and open. No hum of correction. No tremor of fracture. Just space. Freedom is heavier than suppression. Freedom requires community. Not heroics. Not martyrdom. Not dominance. Community. Lilith appears quietly at the edge of the courtyard. No hostility. No tension. “You feel the cost.” “Yes.”

You have to say goodbye to your freedom and every action you do must be calculated… there’s no room for mistakes. On the next cry of the rooster, the sacred door would open towards the present and you can’t do anything to escape that. He remembered her words again. Is there really a present place? If so… am I a part of the future or in the past? The world I’m living right now has a king, queen, princes, princesses, soldiers… A lot dies and a lot are misjudged for the things they didn’t do. I wonder what place does the present have. Do they have their freedom? If so… they must be lucky. He is known as someone mischievous and playful in their palace, but he knows that deep within lies a kid so

Only with Zara did he feel truly alive. Eventually, he stopped caring altogether. "Let's get a divorce. I'll give you three-quarters of our assets. You can have the kids, too. All I want is my freedom. "You're the kind of person who only thinks about money and profit. You'll never understand how happy it feels to be free." As he spoke, he looked like the reckless, arrogant 18-year-old he once was. But I only found it laughable. A free-spirited life might seem thrilling and liberating, but without financial security, all that excitement would eventually fade into emptiness. One day, when he finally got his fill of that carefree lifestyle, he would realize he had nothing left.

It was quiet, with just a hum from the car's engine, which to me, was deafening against the weight of unspoken words. Ina kept her eyes on the window, the city lights passing by to paint fleeting patterns across her face. Her reflection stared back at her—a woman who had played the part of sweet, subservient Lily for too long. But in the quiet glow of her own defiance, this was something Ina saw a whole lot better: a flicker of liberation.

"If you choose the first option, Edgar, I'll destroy all of the evidence right here, right now, before the company finds out about it. You can carry on your life without worrying about anything. After all, what's going to happen to Irina and the child she's carrying if you end up in prison?" I did my best to "reason" with him. As it was, it was clear there was only one choice he could make. I calmly waited for his answer. Naturally, Edgar chose the first option. I knew him too well. He wouldn't want to go to prison. As I walked out of the courthouse with the court-issued divorce mediation agreement, I felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. Even the gentle breeze felt like a sig

They're perfect together, and we're all really happy for them. [Yeah, I've been rooting for them secretly. Even though relationships in the entertainment industry are risky, these two really have something special! Especially last year when Karen won that award, Mr. Armstrong was in the front row. They have this cute photo together where they're holding hands. I adore them so much!] A blogger shared a high-quality photo, showing Karen in a stunning black dress, leaning against Chandler's shoulder like a bird perched on its branch. Chandler, typically stone-faced, had a rare smile in the photo.

Sera’s P.O.V I divorced Mark. The moment I received the divorce certificate, I let out a long sigh of relief. Mark looked a little dazed as if he wanted to say something to me, but I ignored him and brushed past without a word. At that moment, I was free. Free from following his orders. Free from rushing home every evening to prepare his favorite dinner. I once pretended to live a happy life, but maintaining that happiness was solely my effort—an effort he took for granted. He never learned to cherish it.

Only one thought keeps coming to mind. I’m free. I’m free from his wounding words. His searing slaps. His bruising belts. His painful punches. I’m free from him. I’m free for only a month. But I’m free all the same and I’m going to make sure this is the best month of my life. *** My eyes flutter open as I wake up from the best sleep I’ve had in two years. I feel refreshed and energised even with the fact that I slept fully dressed in the clothes I wore this morning.

The words danced before my eyes, but one passage caught my attention. "Freedom is not given, it is taken." I smiled at the name of the book, assholes like him study books that keep them more evil.