Novel & Cerita Ml Freya

Damon called out "Darling please do be careful. You're still recovering from your twisted ankle." Freya was a handful and was quite energetic and adventurous which is quite surprising considering her condition. Damon and Clary had adopted her when she was 4 and had found out that she had weak bones and a weak immune system due to malnourishment by her neglecting birth parents. In the beginning months, Freya had been quiet and only really spoke to Max who had been 8 at the time. Freya always stayed close to Damon and Clary when others came near and was afraid of going outside.

She wiggled her eyebrows. "We are done with the renovations and will be reopening in the next two days, for Miguel and I it's just friendship. Besides, he's not over his late wife." She answered. "He will, once he realises what a wonderful being you are." Freya smiled at her friend as she got off the bed. She walked into the bathroom to have a relaxing bath as Jess headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them. Freya came out from her room wearing an off-shoulder white jumpsuit with no hands. It fit her body precisely in all the right areas. Her straight hair was curled, and her makeup complemented her face well.

“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.

Soft promises whispered against skin. Freya pressed both hands against her head. It felt too real. Not visions. Not dreams. Memories. And that terrified her. Because the more she remembered Lealla, the less she understood herself. The chamber doors opened again. Freya didn’t look up this time. “Go away.” Elyra entered quietly carrying fresh bandages. “You’re bleeding again.” “I don’t care.” Elyra crouched beside her carefully. “Your body is struggling against the awakening.”

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

Valor looked up at his helper's face again, before asking, "What's your name?" The Fae woman paused and stared at him for a moment, "Freya." "And how old are you, Freya?" Valor asked, the name rolling off his tongue. "I'm in my 2nd age. Our lives are so long we do not bother with years like you mortals." Freya muttered, scrubbing his leg harder. Valor thought for a moment, "how long is an age? In years if you don't mind." Freya paused, glaring at him, "an age is 100 years. Being in my 2nd age means that I am between 100 and 200 years since birth."

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.

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…