Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

I asked even though it was straightforward. Freya shifted on her feet, her hair slipping from her shoulder and exposing it. “I can't go back home,” she said, then lifted her eyes. My heart tightened when I noticed how her eyes glistened and she sniffed as if fighting the urge to be vulnerable. “I really can't go back to that man.” She smiled but the sadness in her eyes deepened, making me clasping the phone tightly. “Duncan, don't listen to her.” I jerked backwards and Freya let out a squeal searching the area and that was when I remembered that I was on a call with Lucien

Freya felt herself, her soul splintered. Because it wasn’t just Skyrana. It was all of them. Every version. Every death. Every resurrection. Each fragment of her, buried beneath new skin. Each grief braided into the flame. She wasn’t just her. She was a legacy. Curse. Weapon. And then she was falling again... Falling through herself. The last thing she remembered was Ragnar holding her hand and pulling her out of that icy well as the curses spoke like a lullaby in her head. The chanted whispers, the hushed breaths. She heard all of it. Terrifying.

Her mother yelled, pointing her middle finger at her. Love you mom."Freya scream, raising her phone up. Now mommy, fucker CEO you guys can begin.!!! ---- ~PRESENT~ Freya eyes stood long like she couldn't explain it. Yeah and right now her mother with the officer are already gone from the company. She rubbed her eyes, before sitting down. She's Freya for a reason, not even Avery, Anthony nor Lydia and Cole can play her game perfectly. After she successfully take down Avery with the company, she will start chasing over Anthony even if it means she killed Lydia.

“By the way, where did you leave Yael?” “On his Aunt Rian,” Freya replied sparingly. “Ah. Is she trustworthy?” Jackson asked. “Of course! I have known her for a long time. Actually, she was my friend since childhood here at Monte Carlos,” Freya answered. “Okay, as you said. So, let’s go?” Jackson extended his hand to Freya. Freya smiled and walked towards Jackson’s car. Jackson scratched his head while shaking. “Freya, I will not stop until I get your sweet yes,” he said before running to his car.

Freya knows that her brother wants to protect her, but she is no longer young; she can protect herself. "Fine, I will let you, but you must update me every day, okay?" Freya sighs in defeat because she has no choice but to agree to her brother's condition. After their talk, her brother Shawn quickly said farewell, and while she was at the counter, she ordered what Astraea requested. She headed straight to their table after receiving her order. She was shocked when she didn't see Astraea on their table. She immediately left the bistro to find her daughter.The fear of losing her child drives her insane. She searched everywhere to find Astraea.

There's just so much to process. “You know I’ve got you, right? I’m going to be the best auntie to that little bean, and no matter what happens you are not alone in this,” Freya says as we head back up to the room I share with Deacon. I smile at her calling it Little Bean. It reminds me of my parent's nickname for me.

My gaze tore away from Brayden and then moved—it landed on Lilith. My eyes squinted from the shock because I wasn’t so sure if I was seeing correctly. Lilith was the former Alpha’s adopted daughter, and if there was anyone who should be on my side, it was supposed to be her. She had been nice to me from the very first day we met, but now... Her heels clicked as she walked past me and went over to Brayden, tugging against his arm, and then she leaned over with a sly smile. "Brother, you shouldn’t feel too sad. Don’t let her blackmail you. Freya is nothing but a murderer. She killed our father and that is unforgivable." She said in a low tone and Brayden nodded slowly.

Put the flare gun down now! I ignored him and instead used my free hand to lightly tap the metal canister beside me. The canister emitted a crisp echo, sounding particularly piercing in the dead silence of the freezer. "That's Ms. Jameson's lifeline! In order to have an heir, she spent a whopping 200 million dollars to acquire it from an Almoran tribal chief! It's said to be top-tier genetics that occur once in a century! "As the quality control supervisor, I personally handled the warehousing procedures. You tell me—do I or do I not know how important it is?" I retorted.

But then Raina’s face crumpled, and she shook her head, as if dispelling the same dark thought. "And, Ny don't take me wrong, not like that," she rasped, pressing a trembling hand to her own hollow stomach. "I just meant... can I ever have what you have? A child of our blood? A legacy?" Nyma exhaled, her pulse still thundering. Raina was her sister-in-law—Aunt to her pup—but never its mother. That line could not, would not be crossed. Yet the raw ache in Raina’s voice was undeniable.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.