Novel & Cerita อิสระ

And she would not let it slip away again. Isabella rode out across the hills alone one morning, letting the horse take her where it would. The wind whipped through her hair as her thoughts expanded with each gallop. She thought of Adriano, of Ryan, of Gianna, of the villa. Freedom was not just a place or a week in Italy. Freedom was remembering that she had a voice, a presence, and that she could act without apology. She laughed aloud, startling a flock of birds, and felt the joy of reclaiming a part of herself she hadn’t known she had lost.

As he stood there, detached from the buzz of the event, his thoughts began to wander, and a name came to mind—Isla. Isla, who had never once asked anything from him, not in terms of wealth or power. Isla, who didn’t care about his position in the world. She was grounded, real, and refreshingly unpretentious. The warmth she radiated, the way she had handled difficult situations with an ease that spoke of a deep inner strength—it all stayed with him.

I'm just Isabella Moretti, and I'm going somewhere new. The champagne tastes like freedom.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Jason Peters opened his eyes slowly; he was beginning to come out of his extremely droopy state finally. His eyelids fluttered as though they were in the making of a slow motion video. All these were the after effects of staying up the whole night playing video games and at the same time hiding from his mom to avoid any of her reprimands for his"unethical behaviour". He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning.

She cleared her throat and said, "sir, I think you are highly mistaken about something. Whatever happened between us last night was a mistake. A moment of weakness. It was just sex and nothing more. I don't want you to be under the misconception that there's something between us. My impression of you has not changed neither do I desire to get into a relationship with you. I will appreciate it if you respect our boundaries and behave professionally. If there's nothing else, I will like to take my leave."

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Once Iseult stopped caring about modesty, everything lost its gravity. It was just as Javier had predicted. Once the worst and the inevitable came to a heel and one’s fear reached its apex, everything else would feel like a gentle slope down. Javier removed the latex binds around her under the comforter. Now, Iseult reclaimed some of her freedom. Of course, “some” did not mean “all”, to the point that it would be a stretch to call this freedom. Going anywhere beyond this room was out of the question.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

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