Female Frieza 소설 & 이야기

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

He asked me. "I told him to stop calling me that ages ago. My name is Trisha" The woman introduced. "You must be Freya, the Lady I have heard so much about" Jet straightened up so now I can properly look at her. "I can only hope they are good things" I replied. "Oh, they are. Like the first human Luna in history? That's huge. How is that even possible?" She mainly asked Jet but he was glaring at her. "I already told your men I will only help if I'm guarantee protection" She told him.

I might as well have been invisible. “New girl!” A voice chirped beside me and I turned to see a blonde bombshell with emerald-green eyes and a playful smirk. She was wearing the same uniform but had customized it slightly—her skirt was shorter and her shirt unbuttoned just enough to be rebellious but acceptable. “I’m Friessa,” she said, looping her arm through mine like we were already best friends. “And you, my dear, are going to need all the help you can get.” I frowned but felt glad that someone was talking to me. “Am I that obvious, huh?”

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.

But somehow she looks completely different this time. The woman wore a thin garment with a jeans jacket to cover it. And for subordinates she only wears tight white pants. It's normal, but if Freya is wearing it, it looks very different. Even Bella believes that Freya can compete with the model named Kesha who is on the rise. "Do you want to go on a date?" joked Bella as she stepped closer to the two people. Jennie's assistant chuckled softly. "Stop joking, have you forgotten what time it is?" Freya glared at the woman who was now tying her hair up.

She'd just wait until she got back to their room. “Who is this, Freya?” Mariah asked, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder. However, she was forced to take off the hand when Freya glanced at her and the hand. Nevertheless, she still introduced herself to Mendoza, “Hello, I'm Mariah Armstrong. Freya's sister, different mothers, and I'm the future Luna of my pack.” “Your name doesn't ring a bell. What pack are you from?” Mendoza asked upon realizing she didn't know the pack her arch enemy was from.

I ordered Silver and he nodded in the affirmative while Peniel trailed me behind. When we arrived, I laid Fraye on the bed and thanked Peniel before bidding her farewell. Gosh, I'm stucked with this woman. All her acts and display today, my wolf has been whispering that they were fake. "Fraye, cut the act." I yelled and she stirred before sitting up on the bed. "Why?." She questioned and glared at me with a dark, evil and distant look. Something in her eyes reminded me of Hera, the red haired goddess.

"And what kind of festivities are you interested in?" Lacey knew it wouldn't be long before Frieda had the guy under her skin. With her ginger hair, matching freckles, and makeup making her bedroom green eyes more pronounced, Frieda was like a walking sex doll. That didn't seem to bother her at all. "I think I'm better at showing than telling."

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

’ ‘Don’t you dare touch her! ‘Oh, I should have been the one to tell you that. Why the hell did you touch my Freya with your vile hands? How dare you kiss her with your lips, you fool!’ ‘Your Freya,’ Langrion replied in his head, ‘is no more. She is Shia, and she was, is, and never will be yours!’