Freya Graham Novels & Stories

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

] Freya was watching Clayton’s live stream in the hospital. She posted hers and Emerald’s picture during the opening of her art gallery. [She isn’t the lady he was always seen with.] [Girls! We don’t stand a chance. She is indeed beautiful. Not only that. Look at how hot her body is! Added to that she’s an equestrian.] Freya saw the comment and replied to it. [@Victoria she’s not only an equestrian but also an F1 professional driver.] [@Freya, the sport you mentioned needs a lot of money. So, she belonged to a wealthy family.]

“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.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Freya lowered the camera slightly, her lips curving in quiet satisfaction. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. She had been on the sidelines the entire match, she was North Fall University’s Creative Arts department year 2 student. The Sports Department knew her name, so did most of campus. Freya Woods didn’t miss moments, she captured them. Her short curls framed her face in soft rebellion, bouncing as she moved. She wore ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie that was accessorized, camera strap slung across her chest. At nineteen, she was doing well for herself.

Anything she wanted to wear would be tomorrow, the tiredness has worn on her too much to even continue searching for anything. "Damn you Levi, damn you." ~~~ "Levi!" Freya's shrill voice welcomed them in. Her elegant sense of style always stood out. Her hairstyle this time was different, a pixie cut. The last time she had a classic bob that stopped below her chin, framing her small face with a sleek fringe. Levi kissed the back of her hand, making her smile. She turned to Kat and gave her a hug. "Hello, Katherine." "Hi, Miss Freya. It's Kathleen." Kat corrected.

She scratched her head and greeted an old maid. The maid chuckled and told her to have breakfast. She was about to ask the maid if Dane had woken up. But before that, the front door opened. She turned to see who had come to the house. She saw it was Freya. Freya was a very gorgeous young woman who liked to wear designer clothes all the time with perfect makeup. She was a model; it suited her. Freya's steps paused when she noticed Ava. Her eyes moved to Ava's clothes, and she frowned at her.

“That was different—” “How?” I cut in, my voice low but unrelenting. “Because she was your daughter-in-law? Because you assumed I’d never challenge the double standard?” Alexander stepped forward. “Because she was vetted. Because she at least had credentials.” “Freya has credentials,” I said. “She’s got more practical insight into human behavior than anyone on our executive team. She’s already saved us from two potential PR disasters. And more importantly, I trust her.” “You trust her,” he repeated, like it was a disease.

I got up but before reaching the door, Freya came in. “I am so sick of this, darling. Look what Freya did this time.” When my eyes drifted to Freya who was standing to the side, my jaw dropped. Today, she didn’t beat up a child, insult, or bully them; she transformed herself. Her deltoid-length black hair was no longer completely black; she had dyed half of it purple. Her uniform was short which made it obvious that she had cut it into a mini skirt and a crop top. And no, it didn’t stop there; her face was painted in heavy makeup like an adult going to a party.

Amira said “I’ll do as you say” Anna said “Tell me a little about yourself Anna” Amira asked “Queen Tara bought me from the Vartell village (Amir’s kingdom) Anna was from Edinburgh but was captured by the vartell warriors during a war between Edinburgh and Vartell villages. “My master sold me to the queen and since then I’ve been in Odeon. I’m glad she bought me and I’m happy here” Anna said On hearing Vartell kingdom Amira stiffened and appearedpalce on her face.