Freya Umur Berapa Novels & Stories

Just then, Freya abruptly rose to her feet. “I will be back, Kiera.” Without waiting for a response, she walked to the door then halted with her hand on the doorknob. She half-turned towards her without removing her hand. “Your sister which you just talked about, where is she now? Is she also in this pack?” A small sad smile crept onto Kiera’s face. “She died a year ago.” Freya gasped, shut her eyes, and when she opened them back to speak, Kiera beat her to it. “Forget about me for now. Go and do what needs to be done. Please.”

The elder sighed heavily before speaking softly, hoping Aesthelia would understand as she added,"And there's the shield. If that is what worries you, You can focus on your training. " "Look, all of us have been distressed by the event. That is why we don't have any spare time to entertain you." The elder remarked, which irritated Aesthelia. Aesthelia gasped in disbelief. Did she hear that right? Did she look like a kid whining? What can she expect, right? They sent a young girl named Freya outside the pack during a dangerous time. At the mention of Freya, Aesthelia recalled some of that character's information. Freya was a young child who excelled in physical aspects, but that didn't last lo

She asked, and they both laughed. "Thanks Megan" Freya said after their laughter died down. Megan smiles and caress her face. "You're welcome kid" She said. "I'm not a kid, I'm eighteen" Freya said frowning. "Well, I'm twenty three years old, which means I am five years older than you" Megan said and Freya gasps, probably surprised by Megan's age. "Really? You are twenty three years old? But why does it look like your just turning sixteen?" Freya asked looking at Megan's body stature

But no sooner had I exited the room when a surprise greeted me so suddenly that I stalled in my tracks. “Madame! I’m Freya, at your service,” a young woman with bright brown eyes, and a tanned complexion bowed on one knee. Her sharp eyes and swift moves immediately informed me that she was no juvenile in the mafia world. A closer look told me that she couldn’t be a day over twenty-two years old. I sighed silently in my mind at the thought of how tragedy after tragedy had stolen away my youth. I continued walking. Freya brisk-walked after me, unfazed. I mentally counted fifteen minutes in my mind and stopped. I was now getting better at counting the time in my mind, by focusing on each beat o

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…

I gotta keep boys away from her for as long as I can. "Baby, tell daddy the good news" I hear Selene say to Freya. "Mommy said I'll go to kindergarten soon" Freya screamed and I chuckled. That's right. She's going to start KG when she reaches two which is in a couple of weeks. "I'm happy for you baby," I tell her and she grinned. My mom appeared at the back and I wave as she could see me. She comes closer to the screen and Selene tells her it's me they're talking to you.

Not just sharing my house with these people but my bathroom as well. My bedroom is a Jack and Jill style, connected to the bedrooms, I use the second room for my artistic outlet but now I have to move everything to make room for some guy I don't even know. This is all just so crazy, it's happening way to fast. I should introduce myself, sorry about that. My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me.

Freya's face fell. “My lips are sealed” She stepped away from him first. “You're the last person I'd want to keep secrets with”. She got into character again. “Now, if you'll excuse me–” She flicked her hair. “I'm going to my friends,” she said, her voice affected with condescension. She strutted off toward a group nearby. “Man,” Erwin watched her go. “She’s like how old again?” “She turns 13 soon. Teen angst” Nadia whispered.

"What is it? Living forever? A Goddess?" She laughed at me, but not in a way that was degrading. More of a surprise. "Kaitlyn. You can't become immortal." "Why not?" "Since child," Freya said in a warning like tone, crouching down on her knees to meet me at my level. "You are already. You're just growing into it, and soon in a few years, you'll stop aging completely." Laci stood up but firmly held me with her hand on my shoulder. "Let me train her. Please Freya, I beg you. Allow me to train her. I will work every day with her to make her the best of us."

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.]