Sister Friede Weakness Novels & Stories

And I, personally, would rather launch myself into the ocean. “Stop looking like you’re walking toward your execution,” my sister, Freya, mutters beside me. Of course Freya sounds relaxed. She probably shifts in her sleep just to show off. I love my sister. I really do. But unfortunately, she was also handcrafted by the goddess specifically to make me feel like a potato. Freya Thornwood is petite with dark curls and blue eyes, Beta-ranked, gorgeous without trying, and terrifyingly competent. She’s the kind of woman who can pin a grown wolf twice her size during sparring and still look pretty afterward.

My head's pounding and I felt weak. Freddie smiled at me and his frequent smiles are giving me creeps. What is happening to me? He stood up from his chair and sat close to me. I wanted to move a little but I trusted him , he's my best friend. " Are you sure you're okay, Ariel?" He asked with a smirk touching my thighs. " Freddy what are you doing?" I wanted to yell at him but my voice sneak out like a whisper. " Nothing. I just can't stop admiring you. I really wish you can stop this nun madness and let me love you Ariel." What! I wanted to move far away from him but something is wrong. I felt weak like I was drugged. Wait! He drug the water?

"My sister hugged you?" Frederick nodded, finally relieved. He wanted to further explain June's intentions. Priscilla erupted in anger, "She hugs you, and you don't pull away? "A grown man, supposedly stronger than my sister, I presume? Fighting my brother is no problem, but you go weak when my sister hugs you? Clearly, you enjoyed that hug." Frederick almost choked, sputtering in frustration. How had this turned into his fault? Grace stepped forward and added fuel to the fire, "Prissy, he must be trying to sabotage your relationship with Mr. Sirius."

Then, she breathes her final words, “In any world and in any time, we will be enemies forever.” I reach out and touch Freya’s golden locks, as I have done so often in the past. She closes her eye one last time. “Freya?” She does not answer me anymore. I scoop her body up and hug her still body. Warm blood soaks my shirt but no matter how hard I hug her, it makes no difference. No miracle will occur. My sister is dead. I do not know how long I cradle Freya’s still body. But then I feel a warm reassuring hand on my shoulder.

As soon as Faye returned to the ward, Frederic eagerly approached her. "How was it? How is your sister-in-law doing? "It can't be as complicated as my condition, right? You're skilled, so you can definitely cure her, right?" In order to get Faye to treat Nadia, Frederic kept referring Nadia as Faye's sister-in-law and even started complimenting Faye. Amused, she asked, "You seem to really care about her, huh?"

Freya walked over to another table, where a guy in his twenties was seated, siping his drink . "sorry, mind if I sit down?" She asked him, politely. Oren smiled, " ohh, you can." Lyle was looking at her, while she sat down . He tried to focus his ears on what Freya and the strange dude was discussing. "I'm Freya, Freya Forsythe. " " Lucas Forsythe's sister?" Everyone knew Lucas, but few knew his sister, and everyone who saw her was always mesmerized by her beauty. He stared at her with his mouth wide open.

"I am also sorry. But I am alright now, Sol is a good boy, I know you girls will appreciate him once you begin to know him more." A warm smile formed on Freya's face. She really hoped that Sol was a good boy. There was no way she was going to let her sister suffer again. If Sol showed any signs of being like his ancestors, she didn't mind incurring divine retribution by killing him. Anyway, at her level, she could easily flee and create her own pocket dimension. She was Freya Asmodeus. In terms of pure power, her sister, Kali was superior to her, but, out of the four Ouroboros, she was the trickiest to deal with.

We were happy, so blissfully happy and without worry; I even found someone called my soul mate! Then my little sister, my little maus, Frigga, died in a plot to overthrow Fenriz, and my world came crashing down. She was my reason for living, the reason I remained strong even though I wanted to break down and give up on life. I lived for her, and she died for nothing.

Her emotions started to stir and her tears brimming her eyes, she wiped her tears discreetly. "And then?" Frey listened with full interest. "What does your sister looks like?" She asked. "She... She looks like my father with the eyes of my mother. She has curly brown hair that once set loose from her ribbons it did not just dance along with the wind but bounce with it. Just like me, she's pampered and does not go out often that's because of her frail health that's why most of the time she is with my mother. She could catch a cold easily, but despite her weak body she loves to play and run around." Morrigan bit her lower lip, thinking of the untimely death of her sister. She was taken away fr

Axel asked, rushing towards her. "Don't worry, she's fine." Freya said. "She's alive. Just weak." "Weak?" Axel frowned. "I know shifters are meant to be strong and all that," Freya commented. "But if I drew power from the moon to heal someone, I would die. Diana was strong enough to do it, and we should be thankful the only thing she feels is weakness." "What now?" Asher asked from the bed. "She needs to rest. And so do you."