Novel & Cerita Originals Freya

] Freya was watching Clayton’s live stream in the hospital. She posted hers and Emerald’s picture during the opening of her art gallery. [She isn’t the lady he was always seen with.] [Girls! We don’t stand a chance. She is indeed beautiful. Not only that. Look at how hot her body is! Added to that she’s an equestrian.] Freya saw the comment and replied to it. [@Victoria she’s not only an equestrian but also an F1 professional driver.] [@Freya, the sport you mentioned needs a lot of money. So, she belonged to a wealthy family.]

I started to say something, but Freya interrupted. "A companion? She gave me a lethal glare as she questioned, "When did you guys become friends?" My mouth was clenched shut, unable to think of anything to say. "We became friends today, and she said that we can still be the best of friends, just like we were when we were little," I replied with an earnest bow. Her auras were felt by me, and although I made a concerted effort to resist them, I was nearly brought to tears. Freya said indignantly, "I have nothing more to say to you; you should continue with your friend."

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.]

Asher knowing his wife just holds her and let her continue talking making sure not to say everything is going to be alright when he was not sure everything was going to be alright. Freya is already in a room her hands and legs tied to the chair she is seating on but her eyes and mouth are free. “Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?” Freya cries. Baxter walks close to her. “I love you Freya. Don’t you see it? I tried to be ok with you getting with him but I’m no ok with it. You’re mine! And mine alone” He screams at her. Freya refrains from saying anything to anger him. She just seats down in tears thinking of what to do then an idea hits her. If it does not work she’s dead and s

I wanted to believe that she had helped me because her feelings were genuine…and at that moment, they had felt real. Freya opened the door then, almost like she had been expecting a visitor. But when she saw that I was the one on the other side, he eyes widened in surprise. “Cameron?You’re up already?” She opened the door wider, revealing her attire that consisted of an oversized green hoodie and short jean shorts that reached mid thigh. My eyes momentarily travelled her body, fixated on the long, lean legs that seemed to stretch on forever. Freya wasn’t very tall, about five feet four, but she was beautifully shaped. If only she hadn’t starved herself to feed her brother…

Freya's wolf suggested and Freya chuckled. “That's so brilliant. And I think it's time I give you a name.” Freya said, feeling happy. “I'm going to call you May.” “Mmm. It's lovely, thanks.” May appreciated her. “You're welcome. Speaking of digging the ground, my claws don't work in here.” Freya said as she tried to bring out her claws, but her efforts were futile. “So, what do you think I can use to dig up the ground?” “Maybe you should go back to that store we saw. There'll definitely be a small shovel or anything we can use.” Maya suggested and Freya almost clapped her hands loudly.

Freya cried out in excruciating pain. Dante slowly eased out of her, seeing the little droplets of blood. "What the fuck, Freya! You are a virgin?" In a slow, bitter voice, "that's what I've been trying to tell you. Both at the powerhouse and now. It's my first time."

Looking up, my eyes met a pair of piercing brown eyes. Freya stood before me in a daring, crimson red dress that clung to her every curve, a dress that screamed confidence and allure. Her lips were a matching, luscious red, painted perfectly and her heels, sharp and dangerously high, added to her imposing height. Her dark hair was styled in sleek waves, framing a face that was both beautiful and cunning. "Oh, Zelda ! I'm so terribly sorry!" Freya exclaimed, her voice dripping with feigned surprise. "I didn't see you there, darling."

"My Frey..." "Is that you, my Tigreal?" Freya managed to say, her voice weak but filled with emotion, as Tigreal came close to her. Tigreal's eyes held a mix of concern and relief as he held Freya in his arms. "Yes, it's me," he whispered gently. "I'm here, and I've always been here with you, but I was invisible. I'm glad you can see me now " In Tigreal's embrace, Freya felt a sense of grounding, a lifeline amidst the tumult of her memories. The warmth of his presence reassured her, even though she couldn't fully understand the memories flooding her mind.

One in front of the other. “What’s your name?” the man asked, his deep voice startling me in the otherwise quiet woods and my head snapped up so quickly that a wave of dizziness took over me for a moment. “Freya.” I uttered eventually and he smiled. “Pretty name. Freya I’m Damian.” He stated and the second his name left his lips I felt all hope come crashing down around me.