Setting Myself Free Novels & Stories

There has to be a way out, a way to escape this nightmare. I won’t let him break me. No matter the cost, I will find a way to break free from his grip and reclaim my life. There may not be anyone to save me, but I will save myself. “I will either find a way to free myself from this captivity or put an end to this miserable life myself."

The way he looked at Charlie was full of disappointment, as if he were the one being abandoned. Megan's eyes were full of tears. She broke free from Jamie and grabbed my hands. "Ida, I really love Charlie! Please set him free and let us be together, okay? I swear I'll treat Nigel well. I'll never have children of my own! I'll treat Nigel like my own son!" I stood there like some unforgivable villainess. But… I wanted the divorce, too! I did not want to dig into what had happened during that one short month as I straightened up and looked at Charlie. "Charlie, if you won't finalize the divorce with me, I'll file it on my own."

It's almost impossible to cope with. The sudden urge I have wants me to turn back around, get off this plane and run back home, to stop this madness. But I know the result that it would further cause. Lying. Manipulation. And everything else to win me over. I need to do this for myself, to allow myself to be set free from my haunting and my demons. I am strong. I can do it. The plans jerks, my grip on the arm rest tightens and I squeeze my eyes shut, not liking the view of the machine starting to lift up and float in the air, not to mention how the whole metal machine shakes at first, as a tremor.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

Almost… abnormal. “You’re not yourself,” I said, my voice tight. “What did they do to you?” She laughed, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. I was reminded of my children. If she dared hurt any of them, I would show her what pain really was. “What did they do to me, Pyra? Nothing. Goddess knows how useless those people are. I did this to myself. I did what was necessary. I freed myself from the claws of weakness. I unlocked my truest potential.”

She stepped into the room minutes later, eyes lowered, hands folded neatly in front of her apron like she still expected punishment for breathing too loud. “Come in,” I said. “Sit.” Her brows twitched, confused, but she obeyed. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked. “No, sir.” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “You don’t belong to me,” I said. She looked up sharply. “Sir?” “I’m setting you free.” She blinked. “You…what?” “I’ve transferred a large sum into an account under your name. It’s yours—no strings. If you want to disappear, start over, I won’t stop you.”

Of finally getting past everyone standing in front of me scrutinizing everything that I do. *TICK* Four… Free of all the judgmental stairs and whispers, and from being the perfect princess with a certain image to uphold. *TICK* Three… Free from being wanted simply because of my title, to be responsible and trusted without all the never-ending questions. *TICK* Two… Free of all the protection measures and attempts to keep me locked away for my own safety. *TICK* One… Free to get dirty, and chase fireflies. *TICK* Zero… Free to be me.

I yearned to transform myself into someone who couldn't be used as a mere pawn in a game of power and manipulation. As I made my decision, a sense of liberation washed over me, igniting a spark of hope in the depths of my being. I knew that to achieve this, I would have to leave behind everything I had known—the safety and comfort of the palace, the familiar faces, and the life I had grown accustomed to. With newfound resolve, I rose from the bed and approached the window, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon my tear-streaked face. The night breeze whispered promises of freedom, urging me to take the leap.

He wanted to see if I could trust him enough to let go of my inhibitions. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. With a final glance around the serene surroundings, I began to undress. The cool breeze caressed my skin as I shed my clothes, the sound of the waterfall a constant reminder of the world's beauty and unpredictability. As I stood bare before him, I felt a mix of vulnerability and empowerment, an acknowledgment of our connection and the freedom it brought.

“How does it feel to be not in control anymore?“ I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and sadness at the sight of his vulnerability. As I stood up slowly, my legs shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph, I knew that I had finally let go of the pain that had been holding me back for so long. I have faced my worst fear with my own strength and emerged victorious. This victory was not just over Ben but over my own doubts and insecurities, a battle with my past that I had been fighting for years. But finally, I found the courage to release myself from the chains of control and embrace the freedom that comes with letting go. A smile formed on my lips along with tears of relief as I realized