Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

He put a soothing hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with love and sympathy. Kelvin tried to calm Freya down, his voice firm and soothing. "Freya, please calm down. This is not the time to be sad again. Your uncle has already taken enough from you. Don't give him the satisfaction of letting him break your spirit. You're stronger than this." Freya's voice quivered with indignation, determined to respect her parents' legacy. "I must return to human societies." I'll go after Balmond and Balerick and make them pay for their awful crimes against my parents."

But her unborn child, he would forever be bonded to her. As she was through and about to leave the bathroom, she made a quick decision, she would be visiting a few places. She would make some visits when she leaves the hospital that morning. She must find her uncle Greg and ask him what he knows about her birth and how she ended up with the Grayson's. Uncle Greg was Freya's elder brother. But he is nothing like his sister. He is kind and pure hearted. She wondered if Freya and himself really were birthed by the same parents.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Freya walked towards where the witches were having their meeting,she didn't care about what her actions might cause her but all she just wanted didn't now was for her mom to come out and explain whatever shit that she had been hiding away from her all this years , yes she is already 18 going to 19 and yes she deserve any answer , she's isn't A kid anymore and she's getting her answer ridge here and ridge now . She knew that she had no right to burst into the chambers while meetings were going on but she was going to do it today , let the consequences come ,She was already prepared for the worst , this woman had bitten more than she can chew and now is right time for her to Place her where sh

“We need a gift that reminds her of why she built Legacy. How much we cherish and love her.” Xander leaned back, thoughtful. “Something special, huh?” Greg nodded. “Something that honors Damon Savage. You know that is her favorite human ever.” The room grew quieter. Wendy exhaled slowly. “So…?” Greg smiled faintly. “Think…young minds.” *** Freya’s apartment smelled like cheap takeout and vanilla soap. The space was small, cramped even, with furniture that didn’t quite match and walls that bore faint marks of past tenants. Marvis sat at the tiny dining table, knees nearly brushing the underside, watching Freya move between the kitchen and the table with practiced ease.

Freya dumped several questions and they both stared at each other for a while. Julia finally cleared her throat and answered “I cannot tell you the reason why I am outside the palace for now but you have to continue pretending that you are me so that my father will not get worried. Also, you have to figure out some things so I can come back home and you can go back to be with your family as soon as you can” “And what is it that I need to figure out?” Freya questioned with a tired tone “Check the book ‘Farther into the thorn’, you will find everything there” Julia responded, this time with a much calmer and friendlier tone

"You are playing for Julian's affection. You are playing for the child's loyalty. You believe you have secured both." Aurora kept her posture straight. She did not defend her position. "You were sent here as a placeholder," Freya reminded her softly. "A contractual necessity to activate a specific legal clause." "I know why you sent me," Aurora said. Freya set her crystal glass down on the wooden mantel. The delicate chime of the glass echoed in the quiet room. "Your mother was a necessary asset to the holding structure," Freya explained practically. "Ruby is my legacy. She is the public face of the media empire."

“You challenged her worth. Questioned her blood. Used her children as pawns in your lust for power. But what Freya gave us is beyond royal. She gave us a legacy.” Louis added, “And a bond none of us can sever.” Jasper’s voice was the softest, but his words struck deepest. “You fought to erase her. And in doing so, you carved her name in stone.” Melinda turned on her heel and stormed out of the chamber, her silence louder than any scream. Xayden and Xavier followed in shameful silence, their ambitions crumbling into dust. Freya remained where she was, her arms wrapped around her children, tears falling freely now. Not from pain or fear, but from the sheer, staggering relief of being seen. Of

I see myself in you and it terrifies me because I know where that path leads. It leads to being seventy-eight years old and alone with nothing but regrets about the people you sacrificed for a company that won't remember you once you're gone. So I'm giving you the greatest gift I can think of. I'm giving you my daughter to work with, someone who has integrity and compassion and all the qualities you've forgotten matter. I'm hoping you'll learn from her the way I should have learned from her mother. I know you'll be angry at first. I know you'll feel betrayed and you'll probably try to destroy her to take back what you think is yours. But Alexander, I'm begging you to fight those instincts. L

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”