Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

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.

Freya's Pov I watched my aunt chatting with her aunt letting her heart out, I still remember the first day when we came here and met her aunt how she cried non-stop while hugging her and her aunt's condition wasn't any better, she was sobbing and kissing my aunt's whole face like she had found her treasure.

She would be a mother, and she would raise her child with love and care, no matter what. And while Aiden remained absent from her life, Freya held onto a sliver of hope that he would come around. She knew that the battle between love and tradition was a difficult one, but she had faith that they could find a way to make it work. Even if they couldn't be together as a couple, they could still co-parent their child and find a way to be in each other's lives. Freya's aunt continued to be a guiding light, providing comfort and support throughout her journey. She was a reminder that love and family were the most important things in life, and that no matter what challenges they faced, they would g

Freya whispered as Fred wheeled her so she was beside Leila. “Aunt Freya,” Leila threw her arms around her and even though Freya had to suppress a wince from the pain when Leila grazed her injured abdomen, she hugged her back. “Aunt Freya, mom is not waking up,” she was not crying but her voice was heartbreakingly soft.

I stopped at a spot, My wolf trembled. “Who are you?” I demanded. It spun its head. “You carry the blood of the Forgotten Ones and now, you are the key.” “The key to what?” Finnick growled. The thing smiled wider. “To what comes next.” Behind it, more figures emerged. Dozens, pale, silent. All watching us. My breath caught in my throat.This wasn’t over. The mysterious figure reveals Freya’s hidden legacy is even deeper and darker than she knew. The bond between her and Finnick starts to heal, but an ancient threat awakens, it knows her name.

How could my body betray me like that? I brush my teeth for the thousandth time before I go back to bed and press the call button to speak to Wyatt, but it goes straight to voice mail. He is flying back today, and he is probably on the plane. I miss him like crazy and I sure as hell hope he can help me forget this. Not that I can tell him “The Reaper came here during the blackout that he created and told me to go with him, and then we kidnapped a guy and took him somewhere I have never been before and torture him, and then disposed of the body when it was drained of blood.”

Instead, I hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m here to help. Please tell me what’s going on. If she freed you from the Overlook Hotel, why are you stiff with fear in her presence? And ...” I knew, this was not the right moment for this question, but curiosity was winning. “... why do you almost look alike? Is Freya your sister?” *** Freya Rose After calming her breaths Kali finally walked over to us and answered Lucy, “Freya didn’t free me from the hotel, Selene's sons did,” she said while nervously playing with the hem of her top.

I fought back and with just one push, the door opened wider and I stepped into the apartment, marching into the inner area where the living room apparently is. "Where is he, Freya?" I chanted as she scurried behind me. "Ethan. Get out of here right now," she ordered, her eyes shrouded with furious anger. "I am warning you." "So, he is mine. Junior is mine and you fucking chose to keep him away from me all these while," I roared at her. "Why? Why Freya? Answer me!" "Stop fucking acting like you didn't know he was yours yet you chose to disown him even before he was born, Ethan," she roared even harder, her eyes red from a tear so great she's trying to hold in.

But sadly we didn’t have much time to get into the specifics when I heard a shrill, bitchy laugh come from behind me. “Oh Alyssa, are you too busy with Alphas to be doing your job?” Freya asked with an entourage of Alphas’ daughters behind her. She was acting like a queen already, looking down on her subjects, even the Alphas who still outranked her. “We didn’t mean to keep her for too long, we just had questions about this lovely place?” Alpha Evan smiled with fake sincerity. Freya seemed to stumble as she recognised her uncle. She hadn’t seen him in years. For a moment it looked as if she wanted to say something to him, but she kept her mouth shut and turned on me instead.

“…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.”