Freedom A の小説・ストーリー

Freeda complained as she spun around. She was very confused as to what she was going to do, knowing if she wanted freedom but it took her a long time to achieve that. "Freeda, I respect whatever decision you'll make, as long as you follow what you think is right. I'm sorry because you got into our trouble, we need you too, you are our hope," I said, I looked at her and she was going to be crazy thinking about what to do.

Sera’s P.O.V I divorced Mark. The moment I received the divorce certificate, I let out a long sigh of relief. Mark looked a little dazed as if he wanted to say something to me, but I ignored him and brushed past without a word. At that moment, I was free. Free from following his orders. Free from rushing home every evening to prepare his favorite dinner. I once pretended to live a happy life, but maintaining that happiness was solely my effort—an effort he took for granted. He never learned to cherish it.

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

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"

"I know you are frustrated, I do understand. You should understand, that the freedom that we are providing now is what we can offer. My people, I have to put before you being bored." Keira bit her tongue. "Of course Commander, I would not dream of asking for more freedom." "I can take them around if need be, I know as a soldier I would also be frustrated staying at home. In time I can take Keira to the base so she can have a feel of it. We always need more eyes and ears." Alexander commented. "You trust her?" Caleb answered seemingly angry at his brother. "She is part of them." "You know she is not like them, even if she is blood. She did not learn their ways."

The Wrong Kind of Free SHAW “We’re not fucking this up,” I said out loud to myself and the legions in my head while I stood on the mayor’s pavement with my duffel bag hanging from one fist and the weight of the parole bracelet firm on my ankle. Unlike every other blokes on parole, I got placed in the mayor’s house. Like I’m one hell of a dangerous criminal that needed proper scrutiny.

I was determined not to give up on reaching my destination. The destination was very unclear in my apparent eyes but I could only see it in some sought of vision that I could not comprehend well especially when I thought of my present circumstances. A boy child whose manhood freedom has been captured by the known people who are in the mission to misuse his potential for their selfish good in the name of “I love you”.

Only then did Hayden understand that Julian was truly out to get him. Cornered and helpless, Hayden swallowed his pride and met with me. He got on his knees before me and pleaded through tears, "Elena, please, I know I was wrong. Can't you tell Julian to spare me? I promise I won't bother both of you anymore!" I took in his misery. Surprisingly, I only felt indifference. "Hayden, you had this coming." With that, I turned to leave without so much as a backward glance. Meanwhile, Lola's downfall was worse than Hayden's. She was accustomed to men fawning over her and indulging in her whims.

she said softly, “how little things can remind you of what you’re missing when you’re always running. Freedom is… simple.” Jordan followed her gaze, his hand still holding hers. “Freedom isn’t always about leaving a place. Sometimes it’s about leaving the fear behind. And sometimes, it’s about choosing the person beside you, no matter what lurks beyond.” Grace smiled up at him. “Then I choose you.” “I choose you too,” he said, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “And in this world beyond shadows, that choice… that commitment… becomes everything.”

“Freedonia is my second home. I’ll fight for it too. It has foxes, quiet lakes, and trees that don’t get chopped down for luxury malls. I’d rather see it thrive than crumble under corruption.” It took Freya time to let it sink in. But eventually, she had to admit: Kenneth was right. It was too early to worry. For now, all she could do was hope their child wouldn’t be forced into anything.