Ml Freya の小説・ストーリー

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

And if they were camping they would not need money so that meant that… A little cry, broken by misery shattered the thoughts I was having as I followed it to see Zara crying close to the fire. I was there in an instant, down on my knees in the dirt next to her. Her face was grayish and smeared with dirt and tears. And her leg — oh, by the gods, it was bent in a bad way just below the ankle. "Freya," I said urgently. "What's happened? How did this happen?" Freya was still by the tree, but she’d wrapped her arms around herself. She looked small. So damn small. “She… she broke it,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “When we were running.”

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

We arrive at Letty’s in his matte black Audi e-tron GT it's his favorite car to drive. I stare at the house that is booming with loud music. My hands start sweating due to nervously; I'm not sure about this all the rich kids are nothing but snooty. I don't know how Zen turned out to be so different.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

However, he was visibly taken aback by Freya's direct approach. "Is she truly that influential?" Lana asked skeptically. Romelius proceeded to reveal everything he knew about Freya, shedding light on her intriguing persona. "Freya is the second daughter of the Garrison family. She operates with ruthless efficiency while maintaining a discreet profile. In social circles, she's recognized as Cleopatra, a formidable presence. "With Mr. Garrison Senior aging, many of the Garrison family enterprises are under her firm control. If she were a man, the Garrisons would be even more formidable."

“I need you to do a spell that involves black magic.” Freya’s eyes narrowed, her skepticism evident. “And what’s in it for me?” Lysandra’s smile widened, her tone dripping with intrigue. “Your freedom, Freya. Help me, and I will ensure your escape from this cell. You’ll be free to leave, to disappear and never challenge me again.” Freya hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of the offer. She looked down at her abdomen, a silent reminder of the life she carried within her. “And my child?”

' Amelia asked and Freya snarled inside. "Yeah. You are also a jerk and an asshole. I don't respect men like that!" ___

Pushing down my unease, I settled into the front row as he’d directed, my hands smoothing my dress nervously. Liam resumed speaking, his voice steady, commanding. “Our new Luna is someone you all know—a kind, courageous, radiant woman, the most breathtaking in our pack.” My cheeks warmed, and I readied myself to stand, my heart pounding with expectation. “It’s none other than… Freya Andre.” The words struck like a dagger, piercing my chest. My shoulders sagged, my face crumpling as the air was sucked from my lungs. My smile dissolved into a hollow, aching void.