Price For Freedom Novels & Stories

He dared to haggle with the price! At one point, they happily bought ten coconuts for fifty cents each while Crisanto excused himself to relieve his bladder. When he returned, Freya bragged about her coconut purchase. She said, “Crisanto! I bought really cheap coconut! In our country, one shell costs about five dollars! I got them for fifty cents! Ahhhh!” “And hubby here even managed to get two free coconuts! Buy six, get two free!” Freya was over the moon. Going around the island, she had never bought anything so cheap in her life, and yet, they were all worth it.

Jacob pleaded. “Business?” Freya bit her bottom lip. “You can’t change my mind, Jacob,” she insisted. “One million pesos plus your freedom.” Freya’s eyes widened at what she heard. “What do you mean?” Freya asked. “If I get what I want from Mr. Clinton, you will become an instant millionaire. I will not put you in jail just because you TOOK MY RING that is worth FIVE MILLION PESOS,” Jacob said with a smile on his face.

Never yell, never drink and never be the reigning star of my nightmares. And that—that made me hate myself more than I hated Elias at the moment. "I want to hate you," I whispered, still looking at the paper. "But all I feel is… free." Elias’ gaze traveled to the window, and then settled back on me. "I know the cost of that kind of freedom," he said. "And I'll carry the weight for the both of us." I looked at him. The man who tore the world in two to rescue me. Twice.

“I thought that would be enough. But I’ve learned something, loving you.” “What?” “That the only real gift worth giving… is freedom. And you’re free now, Anna. Free to choose. And I’m choosing you.” She wrapped her arms around me, her body soft against mine. And for a long moment, we just stood there, two people scarred by the past but no longer shackled to it. Later, I carried her to bed. Not out of ritual or romance, but reverence. And as we lay tangled together in the dark, our fingers laced and her head on my chest, I thought: this was everything. Not the empire. Not the legacy. Just her heartbeat beside mine, and the soft breath of the woman who had brought me back to life.

“All of this is fake! You set this all up, didn’t you? Honey, stop playing this game. I know I was wrong. I really do. Please take me back now! This place is so terrifying, and these people are so scary. Ethan, I’m begging you, for the sake of our son, take me home! I promise I will be good from now on! I will never do it again!” As she pleaded, Vanessa wept bitterly, her face streaked with tears and snot. Yet, Ethan just stood there, listening quietly with a straight face. It wasn’t until Vanessa had screamed herself raw, her voice gradually fading from pure exhaustion, that Ethan finally shifted slightly. He spoke in a flat tone. “A runaway slave should have her eyes gouged out and her leg

I’d learned my lesson. “I can give you some money,” She offered, “once Coral pays me.” “How much is she paying you?” How much is betraying me worth? “$100,000.” I sputtered and choked, “that’s it?!” She seemed offended, “What do you mean? Do you know how much that is?” I scoffed and shook my head. “Yes… I know how much that is.” That was the issue right? I knew exactly how much that was. I knew exactly how easy it was to sell your own morals for that.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

"Today, I'm announcing that construction will begin next month on what will be the largest pediatric trauma center in the Southeast. Fully funded, completely independent, and dedicated to treating every child regardless of their family's ability to pay." The applause was deafening. I waited for it to die down, then continued. "But more than that, we're launching the Freedom Foundation—a legal and financial resource for women and children escaping abusive situations. Because no one should have to choose between safety and security." I paused, looking directly into the camera I knew was broadcasting live. "To everyone watching who feels trapped, who feels voiceless, who feels like their dreams

I simply raised my hand to flag down our server. "Check, please." The server hesitated. "For the whole table, ma'am?" I shook my head, picked up my fork, and pointed at the small plate of greens sitting in front of me, which I'd barely touched. "Just what I had." The server looked a little lost, his eyes instinctively darting to Presley. Presley's expression darkened. "What exactly are you doing, Natalie?" I didn't even look at him. I pulled my phone out of my bag, scanned the payment code, and paid exactly nine dollars.

He nodded as if he had seen through everything, his eyes dark and emotions unreadable. After James left, I tried not to think about it. I kept collecting bottles and selling them for money. I calculated that after a few more bags, I would have enough for the clothes. But that afternoon, the blogger called me. She was sobbing, her voice full of guilt. "I'm so sorry. I probably can't help you make your wish come true anymore. My account was shut down, and my home was smashed. My grandma got so upset that she ended up in the ICU. I even have to borrow money for her treatment."