Novelas y relatos de Setting Myself Free

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

The Morettis don't just run the city. In some parts of this country, they are the law. So if I ever wanted a real shot at freedom, I had to disappear somewhere they'd never think to look. I packed a couple bags and headed for the old valley near where my parents used to live; God rest their souls. That place was so remote it didn't even show up right on GPS. And I knew, deep down, none of the Morettis would even think to look there.

“Own you. Break you apart piece by piece, and build something new in its place. Something you’ve never dared to let yourself become.” My whole body trembled again—this time not from orgasm, but from the terrifying, intoxicating freedom he was dangling before me. “You want to feel free, Selena ?” he whispered. “Then give me your leash.”

My husband, Ethan Glenn, loves making me jealous. He says every time I get jealous over his childhood friend, Samantha Locke, it proves how much I love him. So every anniversary, he lets Samantha play "Mrs. Glenn" for a few days while he and our friends bet on how long I'll last before I snap. The first year, Samantha took a photo in my nightgown, curled up in Ethan's arms. I was furious and snatched it back. Ethan just kissed me and laughed, saying he knew I could never leave him. The second year, he gave Samantha our bedroom and sent me to the guest room. He only let me back in after he saw me tearing up outside. Then he told me she was staying for just one night. Last year, Ethan br

I gave up the home my fiancé and I were supposed to buy together, and the realtor stares at me in surprise. "You've already paid the deposit. Don't you want to wait until your fiancé gets back before you make it official?" I smile and set the keys on the desk. "No. He's busy taking his first love skiing." Julian Harrow and I have been together for five years, and every winter, he goes to Valeria. He always calls it a business trip, but the photos he posts are of the snow-covered peak of Mount Veyra. Whenever I ask when he's finally going to take me there for our honeymoon, he always gives the same answer. "Next time." Then yesterday, I found the old camera he left at home. Inside were

"As for whether you and Nora will meet again in the future, the decision will be up to her, and not you. You missed the first six years of her childhood. She will be the one deciding for herself every step after that." Nora glanced up at Sarah, suddenly looking empowered. She turned to face Larry. She spoke in a tiny but clear voice, saying, "I'm doing very well now, Mr. Alpha. Mommy can take good care of me by herself." Larry slumped to the ground as if all his energy had been drained. He finally realized that the most cruel punishment Sarah could dole out for him wasn't a good scolding, or hatred, or even revenge. Rather, it was her calm admission that she used to love him and then telling

Giving me a pointed look, he didn't complete his sentence, but I knew what he was referring to. In the past, I'd masked my true features in order to find true love that wasn't motivated by anything worldly or superficial. And right now, I couldn't be bothered to continue arguing with Joshua about this. I took out a makeup removal wipe. I wanted to wipe off my disguise, shut up the man who still didn't believe a word I said, and leave. But since I hadn't said anything, Joshua reached out toward me. "Oh, stop. Why are you even taking that out? No matter how hard you rub your face, it's not like you can change it—"

I held my breath, my fingers tightening around the heavy glass tumbler until the crystal cracked. "Drive," I commanded, my voice dropping into a harsh, suffocating whisper. Cain didn't question me. The engine roared to life, and the heavy SUV pulled away from the curb, merging into the traffic, tearing me away from the only light left in my miserable existence. I leaned my head back against the leather headrest, closing my eyes as the city melted away outside the window. I had broken her chains, but as I felt the distance grow between us, I knew the absolute truth. I had set her free, but I had condemned us both to hell.

Her sinister smile was a sign of how triumphant she felt about her first victory, I felt my blood heat up at the sight. Closing my eyes, I plunged deep into my mind in pursuit for an element to use. Five strings dangled loosely inside my brain, one for each element including Spirit. I pulled the gray string and felt my body swell with air, chills raked my body as the wind picked up around me and slung my hair wildly around my face. Another fireball spiraled towards me but I halted it, holding the fireball midair before sending it back to her. She easily sidestepped it effortlessly.

She placed her lips on my neck and I slowly tilted it to the right giving her full access. "You deserve to be happy and to be with who makes you feel good about youself. Please don't make the same mistake I made.. don't do something you'll regret.. It took me so much to accept myself, so I can relate.. but we don't all have to take the same journey.. just live your life for you... please... please leave Chris... set him free... set YOU free..." "What the fuck is going on here?" A voice said by the door....