Ml Freya Novels & Stories

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.]

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

"Freya, kill their leader immediately you set your eyes on him. He's a huge wolf with silver fur; his name is Tigreal. If he sees you, don't let up until you're finished with him!" Freya nodded solemnly, knowing exactly whom the maids referred to. "I know my job well. And when I am done, I will strike down the rest of their pack mercilessly. As long as I live, no one shall harm them ever again." "That's right, girl! Now get out there and kick some ass!", A voice erupted from behind the scenes, it was Azure. The woman whom Freya thought to be her mother. Freya's cheeks blushed with a pretty smile upon seeing her mother's approach, finally, she gets to ask the question she'd been intending to

she suggested. I raised my gaze, tensing my face, and responded gloomily, "Are you not afraid of your mate finding out if you come to my house?" Freya shook her head, saying sadly, "I have no mate. My mate is always with another woman, so I don't have a mate." Gritting my teeth, I questioned, "Then do you still require a rejection?" Freya furrowed her brow, seemingly too intoxicated to comprehend her own words. "You're so annoying! Why are you talking so much? I don't want to go with you now. Give me back my money!" she exclaimed, flailing her hands in my direction.

“You'll get us all killed! Dad's death would've been for nothing!” “I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a ruthless Lycan King who is also a mafia boss and I don't want that,” Freya took Maya's hands again. “You can help me, sis.” Maya tried to shrivel away from the contact but Freya sobbed. “Please, you can help me.” “You're running away from a Mafia Lycan King, what makes you think I won't do the same?” Maya gave her a stern look.

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

Vexa had said we’d get one flame, one chance. This was it. Freya twitched, once, then again. Mira leaned forward. “Freya?” No response but then, she sat up. Not slowly. Not weakly, one moment, she was lying still silent as a corpse. The next, she was upright. Eyes wide open. But they weren’t hers. No green, no brown. Just gold, burning bright and ancient, pupils vertical like a serpent’s. I reached for her shoulder. “Freya?” Her head tilted. Her lips parted and then a voice came out of her mouth that didn’t belong to any living thing.

Freya then moved to Clara and Mia, forcing both new women down onto their knees in front of Azrael’s throbbing cock. “Worship it,” Freya ordered, her voice growing stronger and darker. “Suck Master’s cock like the worthless fucktoys you are now.” When Clara hesitated, Freya slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red handprint. She grabbed the redhead’s hair and brutally forced her mouth down onto the fat head of Azrael’s cock. Clara gagged and choked violently as the massive girth stretched her throat. Freya then shoved Mia’s innocent face against Azrael’s heavy balls, making the college girl lick and suck them desperately.

Behind him, a horrific, high-pitched shriek shattered our silent moment. "My hair!" Freya sobbed. I leaned around Alaric’s thick arm to look. Freya was finally sitting up. She looked like a swamp creature. Thick, black mud dripped from her blonde curls, covering her face. Her fake eyelashes were plastered to her cheeks. Her revealing white top was ruined, soaked in filthy brown sludge that clung to her skin like a disease. She spit a mouthful of dirty water onto the grass. She wiped the mud from her eyes with trembling hands, revealing a glare of pure, unadulterated hatred.

“Because you speak with so much confidence.” Mia gave a slight chuckle, but she appeared scary and mischievous in Freya’s eyes. “Kill you?” She gave a tut, nodding her head slowly with her foot stepping forward. “I’m too innocent and good to take a life. I can’t even hurt a fly.” Lies. “We both know that is a lie,” Freya scoffed. “But I can assure you for free that, if you’re trying to kill me, then you can as well take the thoughts out of your head right now. Because it’s not going to work.”