Freya Keelin Novels & Stories

I asked as I tried to regulate my breathing "It's not like we have where we are going today" She sneered "Early my foot! Is there any time you wake up early? It's 9 am already ma'am" she rolled her eyes at me. "Ohhh" "Ohhhh indeed" So sorry for the late intro, I'm Freya and this idiot lying at my left is Helen, my best friend. We've been besties since diapers. Moms knew each other till they both passed away. Her mom passed away first before she called my mom to come along. I'm 22 years old, same with Helen, my bestie.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

“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.

Mordeu playfully smacked her head, biting his lower lip, “What kind of idea did you get in that head of yours?” Freya was all laughter, “You were the one who said it felt so good. I wanted to know what felt good so I can try.” Mordeu raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her appearance, “And if I do tell you, who are you going to try it with?” Freya glanced ahead; Fjall and Ayra were tied together, there was no separating them. Cillian had made Mordeu feel good even though she was never told how. And then there was Alana, who just like her, was free and single.

She snapped. "Then hopefully it will die before it gets a chance to eat us," Freya, the pretty, blue-haired, blue-eyed witch, stepped from the darkness. "Zoey, just leave the damn thing." Zoey growled. "Are you sure you are a white witch, bitch?" Zoey questioned and Freya grunted, folding her fists, wishing she could punch Zoey over the mouth. The two had not been able to get along ever since Freya showed up. Freya was the most unruly one of the Cerulean sisters. If she had listened to her older sisters, Imogen and Beatrix, she wouldn't have been captured by King Lucifer.

Still, she managed the boldness to say, “We should head inside. Get warmed up.” In response, Prince Colin lifted her out of the fountain. They trailed water and kisses and laughter, making their way up to the Prince’s hotel room. Freya had left less than four hours later. She was careful not to leave anything behind that could tell him about who she was. It was what she wanted, what was best, at that time. He was barely twenty, and she was five years older. He was a pureblood elf Royal, and she was a mixed-race commoner who will be taking the qualification exams for the AG in a few months. Both of them had their own lives to live, their own futures to think of, and this was a wonderful distr

“Freya, my fashion line was featured in the global magazine last week. If you wouldn’t mind, you could model for the clothes designed for pregnant women when your baby bump reaches nine months.” Freya smiled sweetly. She admired her fingernails while slightly rubbing the tiny bump in her stomach, hugged by her tight dress. “I will, if my dear husband agrees. You see, he prefers to lavish money on me instead of letting me do those stressful jobs.” “You’re so lucky, Freya.” “It’s rare to find such husbands nowadays. He must love you so much!” “Of course.” Freya chuckled. She looked at Kiara and asked, “What about you? I heard that you’ve divorced Killian Reid, is it true? What do you do now to

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Finally, he had done it. Freya rolled her eyes, lowering her staff to glare at his reaction. "Listen up, if you can hit me like that again, I'll take you out for the end party of our city festival. We use this special powder from Draekon scales that creates this colourful burst in the sky, it's beautiful." "Are you asking me out?" Valor grinned at her. Freya rolled her eyes, "Don't make me hit you again. You only have one hour, so let's do this."