Aunt Freya Legacies Mga Nobela at Kwento

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

Prepared to give Charles a piece of his mind, he snatched the phone off his desk and relaxed as soon as he saw his sister’s name. “Camilla,” he said into the phone, slumping back into the chair as he kicked out his legs. “Hey. Are you busy?” His eyes closed. “It’s a Monday morning, Camilla.” “Well, Faye is coming into town, and I’m off to pick her up,” she told him. He pressed his fingertip to the middle of his forehead. Faye was the daughter of their Aunt, Freya. Aunt Freya wasn’t blood-related to them, but she had been friends with his mum for so long that the McKenna siblings called her Aunt. “I was wondering if you would like to tag along.”

"I told you, Killian. Someone else's child can never be ours. They will show their colors one day. That's why we never loved her with our hearts. And she is your stepbrother's daughter." Killian enraged even more. He hated his step-brother. Killian's life turned perfect the moment Freya's parents died. In the bedroom, Freya pulled out a suitcase and packed her clothes and things that she was going to use for the next few days. She didn't know why, but today she could not stop smiling. It might be because she was free from her ex-fiancé. Her wolf spoke from inside, catching her full attention. "Maybe the reason behind your smile is our mate."

" Well if you must know, I did not receive any call from him or any message as a matter of fact, not on this cellphone and not on any other cell phone" " Did you check, did you check well? I'm sure you were not answering all the calls that came in" " Estefania! Wake up. Do you know that if we were still waiting for your Uncle, you would be married to Gustavo by now, wake up girl and try to see how you will complete the plan with Mr McQueen, "But...but he pro...." She did not even let me finish "Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy"

Maya suggested and Freya almost clapped her hands loudly. “You're so smart that I wish I could cuddle you.” She said with so much joy. It was now she felt like she wasn't alone because it seemed more like her and her wolf were tackling things together. Freya immediately walked towards that hallway, ensuring that her footsteps were really light and that she wasn't walking like a thief should in case the robot saw her. When she got to the store, she carefully opened the door and went in, then she began to search for anything that could help her dig out the ground; something sharp enough in case she didn't find a shovel.

Tears rolls freely down my cheeks. He continues his taunts. “Did your mother not tell you the origin of your birth?” he drawls mockingly, a smug look on his face. “Oh, it slipped my memory that I fed from her, draining all her bitter blood. Then I guess, I have to do the honours.” He leans closer. “You, Freya is an hybrid. Hybrids like you are dangerous and should be kept in correctional facilities.” My fingers dig into my palm, almost drawing blood. He's lying.

He was handing me a sword and asking me to fight beside him. For some reason, fear gripped my soul. I wanted to walk away. I wanted to tell him to burn in the Legacy he wanted to resurrect. But I didn’t. Because part of me was still that girl who needed answers. Still that girl who hadn’t forgotten what he did at the party. Still that girl who had everything ripped away in one night- the betrayal, the lies, the kiss, the fire. Still that girl who watched her ex-boyfriend make out with another man and tried to drown her heartbreak in a drink she didn’t realize had been spiked.

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

Aysel responded even before her mother replied to Freya. “Now, this is what happened," Freya sighed, her hands folded above her chest. “ Aunt Clara who was determined to help her sister, Margaret, Jeri's stepmom, to ruin Jeri's life invited Jeri over to her place. When Jeri arrived at her place she took her to a certain occasion. Unknowingly to Jeri, her aunt had planned to sell her into the hands of a certain old rich man who was looking for a virgin to sleep with for reasons best known to him.