Freya Graham Novels & Stories

Ramil’s face immediately turned red due to excitement. “Alright. I’ll tell mom.” Jacob winked at Freya. Freya almost screamed because of what Jacob did. Of course, the young Freya is still a Filipina girl with a fustle effect. Jacob laughed at his reaction. “You’re really cute,” Jacob said. Rhea, Ramil and Freya looked at Jacob.

“I think so too,” Freya said, gritting her teeth. She wouldn’t have any problem with it, no matter how upset she was, if Kyran’s girlfriend were someone who was even prettier than her. But the thing right now was that his girlfriend was that ugly woman. It was something that she would never accept.

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

Miss Evelyn turned, her brows arching slightly as if she hadn’t expected me yet. She wore a dark green dress that hugged her curves, her hair tied neatly. Freya sat at the table in an oversized hoodie, hair messy but still glowing like the eighteen year old tease she was. “Good morning,” I said, voice even, masking everything. Miss Evelyn gave a small smile. “Morning, Aiden. Breakfast is ready. Eat before lessons.” Freya didn’t look up right away. But when she did, her eyes lingered on me a beat too long, a mischievous glint flashing before she dropped her gaze back to her plate.

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

Freya took my hand on the table and said, "That's Elora Brooks. She is a stunning model here in Dominic City and my dad's new brand ambassador for Dallas Group." "Oh…" I gulped and looked away from Freya to stare at Elora again. Elora was wearing a new, stunning silver dress with a V-neckline and a front slit, and she wore dazzling brown shoes as she catwalked on the stage. Her pose and beauty were graceful like a queen, but she didn't capture my heart as much as her sister did.

I struggled down the stairs, each step heavy and labored. When I finally reached the first floor, I saw Freya standing in front of a mirror, screaming in terror. Freya was the real daughter of the Graham family. In my previous life, although she had been slim, she still maintained a normal weight and looked nowhere as ridiculously thin as she was now. Presently, she looked more like someone who had been maltreated for a long time. She whipped around and glared at me fiercely, her eyes blazing with rage. "Dakota Graham, have you been exercising and trying to lose weight every day? Who allowed you to do that?"