Freedom Pals Romane & Geschichten

The room went quiet. Not polite, quiet. The kind that waits for a mistake. Talia Hart stood near the first row, eyes on Scott. “I’m his partner,” she said, simple as a name. A microphone swung toward her. “In business or in life.” Talia’s mouth barely moved. “In the way that counts.” Randy’s smile widened. He kept his phone up, steady, waiting for Freeda to crack. Freeda did not give him anything.

"I'm so jealous of you. You shot your shot when the time was right. You didn't care about what everyone else would say. You just got with the woman you wanted to be with because you wanted to." "Our situations are quite different." Although Maisie was once his cousin-in-law, they weren't related by blood. Waylon said, "Just you wait. Maybe I'll risk it all one day. No one will be able to tell me what to do once I'm out of this uniform." "You're still part of the Farell family even if you're out of that uniform." He could take off the uniform, but he would forever be part of the Farell family. The Farells would never allow him to bring shame to the family name.

Real failure was staying in a toxic relationship and watching myself get drained dry. And leaving was the first step toward rebuilding my life. What I hadn't expected was that two years later, Presley would still come looking for me.

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

I felt like a joke. I opened my phone, scrolling through the list of contacts. Not a single one of my friends had told me. Were they really unaware? I remembered their strange behavior when they found out I'd returned to the country. I reached out to Duncan Pauley, the one who was closest to Chandler, and sent him a message. [How much do you know about Chandler's affair?] It didn't take long for a reply to pop up. [You found out already? I knew this wouldn't stay hidden for long.]

“They’re happy with the instant noodle packets, so we let them. I mean, that counts as food provided by us. It’s less work for you, too. Did you want to meet them?” Humming, Zen wondered if it was good that these newly recruited Party Freedom members weren’t fussy. Although he didn’t know them in person, he trusted that Remi and Charlie had a good eye for non-problematic people. Speaking of problematic people… Sighing heavily, Zen wondered what he should do with Party Prayer. Unlike Party Freedom, who had been actively trying to catch up with the vanguard team, those people most likely joined the guild to mooch off Zen’s free food. It was unsurprising. However, Zen didn’t like the idea of fe

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

to Daddy and my-son-who's-only-struggling-with-peer-pressure to Mumsi. Freedom began when i first had to go to Pascal's to help him make a diagram for a Biology test (That boy can't draw a perfectly straight line to save his soul). Freedom began when i meet the rest of the of the squad there, for the firsts; somewhere that wasn't school, hunched over white cardboard papers scribbling away. Freedom happened when the stipulated fifteen minutes i was allowed became an hour, then two. Technically, freedom started the day i began attending Little feats. You: did they try to clip your wings?

Lena stared, then a laugh escaped her. “Since when? First, the garlic man and I had fun together. Dude even came in his pants. Second, this is Zentharis. It’s not a strip, sex, or BDSM club because those names are limiting. It’s a club with endless possibilities, which means if I want to walk in stark naked with no mask, I can. If I want to be fucked in front of every exclusive member, I can. I can do whatever I want, as long as it’s within the club’s walls and consensual. That’s the whole point.”