The Freedom Shortcut Novels & Stories

I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain. "You don't need to be free anymore because you are already free and what you must do is to enjoy the time that is left in your life. You can do whatever you want, but enjoy every day that comes because life is too short to worry about anything. Enjoying life is the best thing to do so that one day you will not regret wasting your time on doing the will of others. Do not do the will of others if you will not be happy."

"Karina, where are you? Were you the one who sent the video? Have you lost your mind? Will not rest until you've completely destroyed both me and Nancy?" I didn't react in the slightest. With just a few taps, I once again mass-sent the high-definition photo Nancy had anonymously sent me that day, along with all the video recordings from the past year of her and Shawn drinking mouth-to-mouth, sharing a bed, and dancing body-to-body, all under the guise of friendship. I sent them to everyone's phone at the party, to the family group chats and social circles of both the Ortega and Hartman families, to Shawn's company group chat, to Nancy's workplace, and even to every major social media platfor

I have never been ridden before and I am not going to let anyone bully me into it. And that is exactly what they are trying to do right now, there is 3 of them which I have not even bothered to learn the names of them if I am honest just twit 1 2 and 3 but I will give it to them they are very persistent on having their own way, but it is getting harder and harder to keep my secret.

He lowered his head and pulled a fabric charm from his pocket. It was the very one Jessica had once tossed into the trash. But now, its colors were slightly faded, as though someone had carried it close for a long time. "I've actually kept the charm you gave me with me for years. I found out what really happened back then. Jessie had set you up, and I've fired Luther for siding with her. I won't see her again. All I want is to be with you.

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.

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

The pain was so intense it felt as if my flesh was exploding. As my consciousness began to drift, I noticed the floating numbers in front of my eyes rapidly decreasing. [Countdown: 24 hours, 27 minutes, 43 seconds.] [Countdown: 20 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds.] [Countdown: 15 hours, 39 minutes, 17 seconds.] … Finally, someone pulled Vanessa back, and she stopped. The timer froze at “4 hours, 1 minute, 25 seconds.” Ethan slowly walked over, looking down at me from his towering height.

Once she is in, she walks to his desk and turns on the computer to look thorough the footages and deletes them. She keeps on looking for the footages and starts deleting them when she finds them. “What are you concentrating on so much babe?” Zen sits down in front of the desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. She jumps up on her seat seeing him in front of her and flinches away from the desk. “Did I scare you?” He smirks looking at her while sipping from the glass. “No, I was just filling umm... a form to get Tim admitted to an art lesson.” She smiles at him realizing that all the footages are deleted. “Oh really? That’s nice.” He keeps on smirking and slowly puts his feet up on the desk

"Oh, by the way, here's ten thousand dollars. Give it to Damian for me. I finished all my paperwork, and I'm leaving tomorrow morning." Clara's eyes widened in surprise. "Tomorrow? Isn't that too soon? I thought you still had a few more days." I zipped up my suitcase and kept my tone casual. "I'm worried Damian might try to stop me if I wait until the official departure date. Leaving early makes it easier." Seeing my determination, Clara simply shook her head and sighed. She did not say much after that. The next morning, just as dawn painted the sky in pale gold, I rolled my suitcase out of the apartment. The only thing I left behind for Damian was a signed divorce agreement.

I shake my head and head out of the room. Upon arriving Tim’s school I was escorted to the teacher’s room by one of the teacher’s assistant. His teacher Ms. Gomez wanted to talk about Tim’s shy nature and that I should tell them how to get him to be free with everyone. That’s Tim, he is a shy little boy but I don’t think there’s much to do about it apart from giving him time to adjust. “So Ms. Davis what can we do to get him to be free and enjoy the activities?” She asks me folding her hands on top of the table. “He is shy by nature, all you can do is give him a little time to open up and he will. There’s nothing to be worried about he is a friendly boy just give him time he will become free