Aunt Freya Legacies Mga Nobela at Kwento

Auntie, Ma’am, Freya has retired from the bachelorette life, FYI! Inner Devil: ‘Yeah, we need soul!’ When Freya opened up Aunt Kate’s gift, she was stupefied! She was gifted with bondage-style lingerie! Inner Devil: ‘Okay, now we are talking.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, you gotta use this tonight!’ When Kenneth’s Aunt Scarlett gave Freya some sexy dice and card games, remarks flew! Kenzie: “Oh, I loved that!” Gale: “It’s fun and builds a lot of tension.”

I asked, trying to sound casual. She looked at me and said, “He was in the army. Retired now and handling his family business.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay… then what about that perfume aunt was saying?” Freya smiled softly. “He gifted it to me— but mom found so I told her you got it for her.” I frowned a little. “Why are you hiding this from Aunty? She’s really nice.” Freya looked down, her voice quiet. “I can’t tell her. I’m in a situationship with a guy almost like my uncle’s age.”

Freya agrees while putting down the last dumpling she wrapped and walking over to wash her hands. “Everything ok?” Raven asks while pulling Gunnar onto her shoulder to burp him. “I think so, we’re just gonna go check on Anarchy and Aiden, finding out she has a niece and had a brother is a lot to take in,” I answer, watching Freya concerned, knowing she is processing a lot right now. Freya just lost her father, who was trying to kill our family and take Raven and I, now she is Queen, and she just discovered she has family she never knew about.

the young looking lady with hazel eyes spoke. Cousin? Freya has a cousin here in Luparia?How? "I'm so sorry, Aunt Lyra. I'm so sorry, Elara. I just needed to sneak out of the manor. Lucien wouldn't let me breathe. Always all over me all the time." My fist clenched and my jaw muscles jerked in annoyance as Freya narrated. The old lady and the other smiled at each other. "I hope you haven't told him yet, Freya?" the old lady asked and I drew closer to the window. What hasn't she told him? Who?

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.” Antonia and Ben look at each other and Ben nods. “Growing up I was fairly close to the Gamma female. As a child of the Beta, we were often together, and she was like a big sister to me. Freya came from Wye Moon, she was the sister to the Beta female, Bronwen. Bronwen was your mother’s aunt, on her mother’s side.”

Freya Day 19 of Captivity Tears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away. I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin. They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.

That same kind, loving smile that I still remembered her by. “Weren’t we trying to figure out Freya’s ancestry?” Alex asked everyone present. “Could it be that Freya really has some kind of witch gene in her?” That had me startled into looking up at Alex. “No…that’s impossible. My mother was human!” “We don’t know for sure, Freya.” It was Cameron who spoke next. “As soon as my father learned about you being Moon Kissed, he did some investigation into your parental history. Your father’s side is clean, all human descendants for at least the last four generations. But…we don’t have any records of your mother’s side yet.”

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

And if they were camping they would not need money so that meant that… A little cry, broken by misery shattered the thoughts I was having as I followed it to see Zara crying close to the fire. I was there in an instant, down on my knees in the dirt next to her. Her face was grayish and smeared with dirt and tears. And her leg — oh, by the gods, it was bent in a bad way just below the ankle. "Freya," I said urgently. "What's happened? How did this happen?" Freya was still by the tree, but she’d wrapped her arms around herself. She looked small. So damn small. “She… she broke it,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “When we were running.”