Setting Myself Free Novels & Stories

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I stumbled back, the power I hadn’t even known I had hummed beneath my skin. Alive. Uncontrollable. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I heard Helena breathe out, relief flooding her voice. “I’m free,” she whispered, exhausted. “I’m free.” I opened my eyes. She was free. Her hands had dropped. She sat in the dirty slave-yard mud. Every eye was on us. That’s when I realized I had held myself back and then let go.

Harper POV My spine snapped tight, and my heart hammered wildly. I instinctively turned to flee, but Adrian swiftly pulled me back, pinning me against his solid chest. "It's alright. It's just me." I struggled on instinct, but his hold was unbreakable. "Cry if you need to." His arms tightened, his voice a deep thrum that seeped into my core. His embrace was warm, and I gave up the struggle. The tears I had suppressed for so long broke free. My shoulders convulsed with sobs as I collapsed weakly against him.

Seeing that I stayed silent, Flora carefully took my hand and said, "Vincent, I know I messed up. Listen to me. Don't stay here anymore. Come home with me. I've really missed you these past few years. I know you have a grudge against me. I was too ignorant back then and too afraid to admit how I felt about you, and I chose Sean instead. I've realized how badly I messed up. "We're not related by blood, but I was just too much of a coward to take that step and admit what we really are. I understand now. We grew up together, and we have always been by each other's side. Since we don't have any blood ties, we are the ones who should be closest in this world. "I love you. Come back with me, okay?

“I mean I’m not going to marry you again.” “Katelyn” he began, stepping toward me. I shook my head. “This isn’t about one day or one missed meeting. This is about everything. I can’t go back to the way things were. I can’t go back to feeling like I’m not enough. I’m setting myself free.” He opened his mouth to argue, but I didn’t let him. “I’ve made up my mind,” I said. “I’m done and setting myself free as well .”

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

I was indignant, panicked. I shouted in a pitiful high pitched voice, however it was effective as he pulled his hand back whispering to me. " I won't do anything if you don't want to..." " Let me go..." " Let yourself go!" He almost begs me. "Stop fighting... " "You can never get uncompromising freedom! Even if you flee far from civilization you will be subject to the law of nature!" " You will always be a potential prey! I offer you your only real chance of freedom. You just have to let yourself go and enjoy."

“Do you see? When you let go, you discover more than yourself. You discover freedom.” I smiled, my heart was still racing. I had lost control entirely, surrendered completely and in doing so, I found something far more thrilling than I had ever imagined: liberation, connection, desire. As I dressed slowly, hands still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, I realized that this wasn’t just a night of indulgence. This was a revelation. I had discovered a part of herself that I had not known existed and I knew I would chase it again, return to the studio, to Emma, to the irresistible pull of losing control.

He had been a prisoner of his ambition. I felt really free. I had broken the cycle. I had taken the power that was meant to control me. Used it to set myself free. The Mediterranean was quiet a space reflecting the light of a million stars. I closed my eyes. Listened to the sound of the sea. It was the sound of my heart strong. I was Hannah Vane. I was free. I was home.

Now that I was leaving, I was still taking only one suitcase with me. When I reached the entrance, Hannah had already called a car to pick me up. She took the suitcase from my hand and asked, “You’ve made up your mind?” I nodded, my smile calm. Seeing how determined I was, Hannah smiled too and held out her hand. “Congratulations, Emily. You’re finally out of that mess.” I raised my hand and high fived her, my eyes soft with relief. Yes. Congratulations to me. From now on, I was no longer Mrs. Brooks.

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.