Novel & Cerita Originals Freya

Arthur snapped out of his trance and replied then returned to his game. Freya, on the other hand, became a statue at one of her photoshoots. “Nice, just stay still and a couple more shoots and we are done.” the photographer said as she took some pictures of Freya sporting a summer fashion clothing for a new line of fashion clothing of Prada. “And… we are done.” the photographer said but Freya still remained like a statue and did not dare to move. She was completely still.

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

Freya’s heart softened at the sight of Ryan’s pitiful look. She quickly coaxed him, saying, “Don’t worry. I don’t like foreign men.” “Who do you like then?” Ryan stared at her intently. Freya’s face turned red. “Enough. Don’t you know who I like?” Ryan said, “Uh-huh. I’m not sure.” “I’m going to ignore you.” Then, she hung up. However, she hesitated for a few seconds and sent a message coyly. [I love you the most.]

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

Reyna urged. Freya looked at the pleading eyes of her best friend. She decided she was going to give it a try. "Okay! Let's do this, Reyna," she sounded. They both laughed heartily. Reyna helped Freya in choosing her dress. She also assisted her in applying some makeup and when she was all dressed, her appearance was like that of a goddess. Her green eyes glittered like gem stones. Her auburn locs flowed on her shoulders like an endless river. She smiled.

“It's our duty to bathe you.“ “What?“ Freya almost screamed, but then realised that she was some sort of princess in a mediaeval kingdom. “Okay.“ She slipped out of the night dress and stepped into the bathtub, completely naked and aware of the fact that they were watching her. The two maids then walked to the tub and sat on a stool as they sponged her body and washed her dark blonde hair. “You have such beautiful hair, my Lady,” said the younger one. Freya faintly heard the older one scold her at her remark and decided that she liked the younger one for not fearing to voice-out her thoughts. “Thank you. What are your names?“ They hesitated for a few seconds, and then the older one spoke. “M

Freya had changed. The scouts reported that she had survived Kendrick Hamilton's brutal training grounds. She had faced down senior warriors without backing down. She had commanded patrols, tracked hunter units through the forest and unleashed Alpha power that had remained dormant for three generations. The quiet, clumsy girl who used to blush and lower her head whenever I entered the room had transformed into a fierce, untamed creature who commanded the respect of the fiercest wolves in the North. And worst of all, she had drawn the Hamilton twins.

~~~ Freya opened her eyes to find herself alone. “Adrian?” She called, taking a step forward to find the dreadful swamp she clearly remembered. “Hello?” She called and padded deeper. Those creatures were behind the pillars outside the swamp again, peeking at her with large eyes. Trees, she realised; they hid behind trees with thick trunks. She shivered but she dared any of them to come forward and face her wrath. There, the male from the Wild Hunt was at her front, staring into the abyss and she carefully padded closer.

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.