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She could imagine just how difficult it was for him and his siblings to be born into this Freya finished her shower and went downstairs. Hendrik, Sasha, and Alan were in the living room waiting for her. They sat at the dinner table and Freya couldn't help but occasionally observe Sasha. She couldn't help but think that in this world, people are not always what they seem. Sasha was very outgoing and cheerful,but capable of doing a job like that. Viktor,who had been her friend for many years,whom she never imagined being a part of the Mafia,was also a trained assassin.

She asked in a manner that had me feeling uncomfortable. How much did she know about Adam and Eliza? Elijah and I? “Charlie, I want you to meet my beta and best friend, Freya Hathaway.” Elijah introduced before he kissed my forehead. “Freya, I want you to meet my girlfriend, the woman I have been searching for all these years; the woman I love. Charlie Griffin.” “Hello Freya. It’s nice to meet you.” I stretched my hand towards her. “Hello Charlie.” Freya responded but I could see something deeper than the fake smile she had on.

He was only able to send letters quicker, if he was sending it to his fellow witches/wizard like him. "I have never seen you so addicted to your phone before." Britney stared at me wide eye... I had to drop my phone immediately. Staring at her makes me feel weird a little bit, cause she looks so much like Freya and maybe this is the reason why I didn't really miss her so much. The only difference between her and Freya is the hair. Freya has a dark colored hair, while Britney is a brunette.

And I, personally, would rather launch myself into the ocean. “Stop looking like you’re walking toward your execution,” my sister, Freya, mutters beside me. Of course Freya sounds relaxed. She probably shifts in her sleep just to show off. I love my sister. I really do. But unfortunately, she was also handcrafted by the goddess specifically to make me feel like a potato. Freya Thornwood is petite with dark curls and blue eyes, Beta-ranked, gorgeous without trying, and terrifyingly competent. She’s the kind of woman who can pin a grown wolf twice her size during sparring and still look pretty afterward.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

After he heard the young woman's words, Frederick averted his gaze awkwardly. “Ahem! Sorry, I was just surprised. That T-shirt you’re wearing is the same as my sister’s. Got lost in thought for a moment.” The seductive girl raised an eyebrow. “What’s your sister’s name?” “Selene Lester. I’m her brother, Frederick.” She burst out laughing as she swayed her hips. “Selene! Your brother’s here!” Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed from inside. Selene appeared, wearing a white teddy bear T-shirt and tight shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs. Her hair was in a bun, highlighting her cute, lively features.

The lights dimmed. A giant screen flickered on behind the orchestra. “No,” Adrian said. “No……Shut it down.” The footage started. It was dark and rainy. The feed was shaky. A driveway. Gasps rippled through the crowd. “That’s the Hamptons,” someone said. A woman stumbled into frame. Freya. She was alive. My heart slammed into my ribs. “Oh my God,” Cate breathed. The video audio crackled…..Freya’s voice distorted, panicked.

Your friend, Michaela Lee.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.