Freya Graham Novels & Stories

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.

Raven’s POV I rested there staring at my suitcase, the clothes that were provided from the royal’s loaded inside. Cassius stood across my room chatting it up with Elijah and I had to admit, this was the happiest I’ve seen him in forever. “What about our old spot? I wonder if it’s still standing!” Elijah exploded and Cassius carried the conversation on by agreeing and hoping it was. The door to my room creaked open to an astonishing Queen Fara. Her clothing choice had consisted of a loose golden dress that flowed out around her feet, complementing her dirty blonde hair.

The reason I was locked up often. People had tagged me the most beautiful female wolf in Dycan. It was a gift from my mom's bloodline . Her name was Artemis, the best harpist to ever tread the earth. She was also the most beautiful wolf among the twelve kingdoms. Fae's, foxes and vampires included. She in turn had inherited her beauty from my grandma, Gaya. Grandma passed away when I was three . Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come.

The strongest witches lead. And Freya? She’s crushed this prep in just two months. Bella was the only other one to do it faster—and even she needed four. Freya growls. “Fine. But I expect a meal and a back massage after this.” I raise the Boy Scout salute and draw an invisible ‘X’ over my chest. “I promise to make a meal of you and massage you from the inside.” She barks a laugh, and I grin wide. “You’re fucking incorrigible,” she says, smacking my shoulder.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

And then she appeared. Freya stepped out from behind a tree, her entire figure shrouded in black leather, sleek and polished. Her hair was pulled back, and her expression… it was hard, cold, and more calculating than I had ever seen. She was nothing like the woman I had known, the one who would cry on my shoulder and plead for my support. No, this version of her looked almost… predatory. She took a step forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “So, Caleb,” she started, her voice dripping with a mock sweetness that chilled me, “Good to see you again. Does me some good to know you care about me."

She looks up and pauses to examine me, "I don't think we've met before, right?" "Uh, yeah, I'm Freya, I'm new here," I say, fixing myself. She is so beautiful. She's a few inches taller, with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes. Her voice is soft, and her body looks like every model I've ever photographed in a swimsuit. It has me checking out the way I look in the window's reflection. My hair is a mess, and my clothes are the pajamas I put on for bed, which are now all scratched up and covered in dirt and pine needles.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

Cole leans toward me, whispering, “Is there any alternative?” “There is,” a voice responds before I can speak. I turn, and my heart lifts. Freya, my closest friend, stands near the front, clad in a shimmering cerulean dress that makes her ocean-blue eyes pop. “Freya!” I exclaim, hurrying toward her. “You made it.” “I got footage of you and Cole. I thought it might come in handy… if you want to use it,” she whispers. My chest swells with gratitude. “I’d love that. Thank you.”