Freya Umur Berapa Novels & Stories

“The coven witches can bring more clarity to our situation.” “So this Reaper is out to steal Frey's magic?” I stuttered, trying to connect dots. Witch language even makes this more difficult. “Yes, and we have to help Frey.” “You knew this was a danger to my mate, and you didn't say a word to me!” I growled, and my irises gained their crimson glow. “Don’t blame this on me, Logan. I didn't know she was a witch! Witches come into their power at the age of 14. Frey is 22 for fuck's sakes.”

The boy clutched the hem of her jacket, his eyes bright as stars. … Freya snapped back to herself, looking at Xavier in disbelief. "That brat who went overboard… was you?" The tips of Xavier's ears flushed. "Yeah. I've been looking for you for ten years." Freya laughed abruptly. "But back then, you were only 12, and I was 16. I'm four years older than you." She lifted a brow. "I hadn't even had my first crush yet, and you're telling me it was love at first sight?"

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive." Bastian briefly stared at the bathroom before focusing his attention back on his phone call, "aren't you sweet? I think I have fallen in love with you, Freya. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Tell me about yourself." Freya laughed loudly, "of course I'm beautiful but I know you are exaggerating. However I like it, I love when people praise my beauty. So you already know my name. I'm twenty-one years old. From a wealthy family and I just finished college. I came here on vacation with my two best friends and we are all about having fun.

Freya winked as she chuckled softly as she spoke, obviously teasing the young lady. Freya is a few years older than Alona, but she lost her love when she was in the age of her early twenties, and she did not find another one to love again. So, in her heart, seeing Lexy was like having a daughter of her own. She was happy to see Ethan and Lexy were happy with each other.

“I think it was—“ she tilted her head in a thinking manner, trying to collect the little fragments of retrospection left. “When I was five, five I think. So I’ve been an omega all my life till now,” she answered honestly. “Hmmm,” Jude gave out the expression of his thinking, “so you’ve been an omega all your life and now you’re acting like one born and raised in a royal family? Wow,” Jude mistakenly let his awe slip out to the public and Freya smiled and bowed a little. “Who’s your father again?” Jude asked. As much as I didn’t like the direction of his question now I couldn’t step in, should I, it would shrewd Freya’s reputation and I on the other side would be bawdy when Freya would pry wi

he muttered, his eyes narrowing in thought. Freya clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Please, Uncle. Vince won’t stop hunting me. I’ve been working in clubs since I was seventeen. I’m twenty-eight now. Most of the clients prefer younger girls.” She pressed a hand to her chest, her expression hardening. “And do you know what that means when I’m no longer profitable? I only have two choices—work as a low-wage waitress for the rest of my life, or have my organs sold off as compensation for the price he once paid for my body.” My stomach twisted. I knew Freya’s past was dark, but she had never laid it out this clearly before.

Unknown Contact: Report ready. My pulse slowed. “Freya,” I said softly. She looked up. “Could you grab me some water?” Her brows knit. “You just had some.” “I’m still thirsty.” She studied me for a moment, suspicion flickering behind her eyes… then nodded and stepped out. The second the door closed, I opened the file. It was thick. Too thick for someone who claimed to be a simple acquaintance. Name: Miya Laurent Age: Unknown (multiple conflicting records)

My aunt said, dismissing herself from my presence, as I fell into deep thinking about who this cousin of mine was. NICHOLAS “Do you think that what we did to Freya was right?” I asked my brother the moment we entered the car heading to the office for a meeting. For a moment he was silent, and then he suddenly responded. “You said it yourself, brother. Freya is a maid who doesn't deserve to be married to us. She cannot be our Luna,” he responded to me grumpily, like he always would. I frowned. I knew that she wasn't fit, but there should be an exception since she was our mate.

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”