Freya Keelin Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

Frey added. "Guys, let her talk first." I joined in the conversation. I saw the sincerity in Keil's face. She also tries to stop Nathalia and Mekeni last night. She didn't even drop my phone. I feel that she has good sides. She just hiding it in order to fit in Nathalia's company. "What? No, Joy. Do not listen to that snake. She is one of Nathalia's demon servants!" Frey exclaimed. "Get lost in here—"

My fears of betrayal, it seemed, were unfounded. Hearing my comment, Freya rolled her eyes at Mason, then turned to me with a friendly demeanor. "Now that’s impossible. I wouldn't choose someone who’s like my brother as my boyfriend. You’re my cousin-in-law, right? Hi, my name's Freya Zellwood, but you can just call me Fae." Freya’s personality seemed as sunny and charming as Mason's. Having such people around was indeed delightful. "Hi Fae, I'm Serena Hart." I smiled back.

Wait; give me your phone. “Quick,” Kiera said, handing her phone to Freya, curious about what she had in mind. Freya quickly entered her contact information and handed it back with a smile. "Now we can stay in touch," she said. "I'll text you later so we can plan our next hangout!" With a wave of goodbye, Freya hurriedly left the workplace, leaving Kiera feeling excited about the prospect of their future friendship.

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

I collapsed at the pain, still unable to reach it to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. The Princess and Queen moved towards Rhyland and the King while slowly but surely my vision began to blur. The shouts of the King erupted through the room and one very familiar voice spoke out also. My eyes fluttered open to find Eladia... in tears. Her body collapsed beside Queen Fara as her shaky hands rose to her mouth. “No..No.No.. mother!” She pushes Queen Fara’s limp body but got no answer in return.. Wait.. mother? Without a second thought, darkness consumed me and unconsciousness took over.

“What do you want?” Kaelin’s face looked… restrained as she said, “I came to apologize. For earlier.” Freya raised a brow. “Apologize?” “I know I was harsh. But believe it or not, I was trying to look out for you. Being future Luna… it’s not about pride, Freya. It’s about power, and the enemies that come with it.” Freya looked at her long and hard. She didn’t want to talk about this with her. It didn’t feel right…with her. So she changed the conversation.“Okay, Kaelin. Thanks. I am only bothered about finding Seraphina now.”

"Kellen, it's Kingsley. Do you have any time lately? I've got something going on over here, and I think I need your help." Kellen was a witch doctor who once assisted me in breaking the oath bond between Tracy and me. I suspected that Freya had been hexed by Grace. Before I could finish my sentence, I heard movement behind me. I hung up the phone straight away and turned back to Freya's cold, emotionless eyes. "Who were you talking to on the phone?" Freya's voice was monotone, without any emotional inflection, and she got up, lifting the covers to get out of bed.