Freya Is It Wrong Novels & Stories

It had rewritten death itself. When she walked away from Kaelen, renouncing her place in the pack, I should have let her go. Instead I followed from a distance. Silent. Watching. Because I needed answers. Outside, beneath silver moonlight, Kaelen made his mistake. He grabbed her. Possessive. Arrogant. Weak. “You belong to me,” he snapped. My jaw tightened instantly. Freya’s voice was colder than winter itself. “I don’t belong to anyone.” The words hit harder than they should have.

"I want to take this opportunity to apologise to you for my past way of treating you. And for being part of the conspiracy to take away your entire properties. Please if you can, forgive me. I am really sorry for the life I lived in the past. And if you can't, I won't blame you. My evilness was so much that it cannot be easily washed away even if I jump into a yellow river…"Freya apologised, clasping her hands together. The Freya she used to be is different from who she is now. Life had taught her some lessons and karma had located her. She's trying her best to right her wrongs.

“I don’t understand why she would hate us so much just because we’re girls…” “Freyja Pruitt.” He called her by her full name, but his voice sounded very soft. “You’ve done nothing wrong. We humans can’t choose our own family and gender from birth, so you don’t need to look for problems in yourself. Don’t worry about these issues anymore.” Freyja lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

"You must understand, Freya is not who she seems. I have seen her manipulate others, cause pain and suffering. She is using her powers for darkness, for her own gain." The seer regarded me with a serene expression, their eyes filled with wisdom. "Salena," they said gently, "it is true that Freya possesses extraordinary abilities, but she has not been using them for malevolence. She is guided by a different purpose, one that may not align with your perception." My frustration grew, bubbling beneath the surface. How could the seer not see what I saw? How could they not comprehend the darkness that emanated from Freya's actions? I struggled to contain my emotions, seeking to make them understan

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

"Stop it." "Freya wasn't the saint you like to pretend she was. That girl didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She snooped, she asked questions, and now that she's dead, the world's a better place. If you can't learn to mind your manners the way Freya never did, you might end up just like her. High on pills, dead in a bathtub."

He said broodingly. “Go on, start begging! If you beg me to forgive you, maybe I’ll change my mind and take you as my wife after all. “But I’ll have you know that no one can replace Ifrit. As long as you don't bother her from now on, you have my word that I’ll be nicer to you.” “Do you think I’m some kind of pet?” Freya asked furiously. Even though this was her second life, she was still astounded by his audacity.

How could she? The rest will be crushed if they hear this. I was very angry when she told me everything. I still hate that she was planning alongside them, but still she was pretending, though I like that she’s honest with me, and I appreciate that. Still, I don’t understand why Freya wants to destroy everyone, but Cleo told me it’s about power. Power makes you do really crazy, it makes you do things that you don’t want to. Cleo also told me about her black magic and how powerful it is.

“Kill you? Are you… Freya, are you hearing yourself? You really think I brought you all the way up here to… to kill you? Over a broken vase?” “Why else? You’re the Alpha. I’m nothing. I stole from you. I disrespected you. I tried to run. Why would you do any of this?” She waved a hand at the blanket, the basket, the whole damn mountain. “Why would you be nice to me unless it was some kind of trick? A… a last meal before…” “I’ve never… moon above, Freya, I would never hurt you. Not like that. Not ever.” “Like you haven’t done this before.”

“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.