Novel & Cerita Run Freely

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

she stuttered breathlessly "i think id like to take you up on your offer" she smiles coyly at me "im ggiving myself to you..... freely" and its nearly my undoing, i scoop her up in my arms and near run back to her room, i kick the door shut behind us and stand her in the middle of floor, shes trembling, "Are you cold little one?" "NO, no im just, i kinda used my bravado telling you i want you too. Im nervous i guess"

My heart beat was greater than the storm. We separated, momentarily, gasping. “We should not,” he said to himself, but his eyes were dark, and he was staring at me. “I don’t care.“ I said, pulling at his waistband. He assisted, pushing his trousers down his hand, freeing his cock, hard and thick. I threw my tank top over my head, and threw it away.

A noise of panic and fright tore from my lips as I turned to run towards the next riddle, Creed behind me—breathless, bewildered, yet so fucking near. I swallowed, taking a step forward before I could think twice. "It's being able to breathe without feeling you owe someone every breath. It's being yourself without… fear, freedom is like a water fall, and you won't ever experience it if you don't get rid of the things that hold you back." I say trying to fill in the silence The moment suspended—something genuine and stripped bare between us. I tried my best to not look in his direction, but I couldn't fight it I turned

“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?” “Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!” “What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!” Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”

A shadow breaks free from the darkness, moving fast, furious, the kind of presence that makes my stomach drop. And just like that, the air shatters again.

The silver glow danced across her thick, gray coat, highlighting the sharp lines of her face and the piercing yellow of her eyes. Freedom. The word resonated deep within her, a primal cry of liberation. River's wolf-self stretched, feeling the rush of wind through her fur, the scent of the forest floor, and the thrill of unbridled power. For a moment, she forgot the alliance, Cecilia's schemes, Thane’s hurtful words and the weight of her responsibilities. All that remained was the wild, untamed joy of being. With a joyful bound, River's wolf-self leapt into the night, racing across the pack lands with abandon, her paws pounding out a rhythm of freedom.

Hawk growled under his breath. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to pull away, couldn't even imagine letting this go. Why had they fought this for so long? As he moved his hand slowly, keeping Quill right at the edge, he felt a strange thrill, something almost like defiance. They'd always been told this was dangerous, but here, tonight, it didn't feel like a threat. It felt like freedom. And somehow, that made him want it even more.

Today is just a day, same as all the rest. I rolled out of bed, my belly is so big I feel like a turtle sometimes. Stranded on my back, rocking from side to side, trying to right myself. I make a mark on the wall for every day that passes. The only thing I can count on in this life, I am forced to live. Is that the sun will come up in the morning and will set at night. Two hundred and forty five days. That is how many days have passed since I have felt the sun on my face or took a breath of fresh air. Two hundred and forty five days of living this nightmare. I have cried all the tears I can. There are no more left. All that is left is action.

Several times, I have ran hysterically through the valley of darkness with hands above my head. I have ran with no sense of direction just survival instincts flooding my mind. Most experts would call me crazy for running with zero destination in mind but sometimes in life, people just run to relieve themselves from stress; to gain freedom from a bondage they can only escape from by running. Also, against most reasonable accounts, people run to be far away from the world and be lost in their own silence.