Sister Friede Weakness Novels & Stories

Only us. ******* Freya's POV The wind whistled softly through the branches, the leaves trembling as I sat outside the small, weathered cottage, embracing my legs. The cold wind nipped at my skin, but I barely noticed. My head was too muddled, my heart too heavy to feel anything but the weight of my grief. My sister… she's dead. Freja died.

Will he be alright? She stood outside the emergency ward where Freddie was admitted and waited for what the doctor would say. Greg glanced at his sister and saw her agitation. Thank goodness she went in when she did. Otherwise, they might not have met Freddie alive anymore. The couple had put up with him and he was glad they had mended their relationship and are now together. And his sister Freya had changed drastically. She is no more that nagging and unsatisfied woman and wife who complains about everything and everyone.

Even I admit, I’d never heard her express her pain so much, but seeing her has eased my mind slightly, yes she isn’t in a great situation, but after seeing her in person, and especially today, I know she’s strong enough to get through anything that is thrown at her. “It won’t ever be Dylan, the king won’t allow her to come and visit us, you know that.” Freddie shook his head and looked at his mom with wide sad eyes. He missed his sister a lot, everyone could see it, he didn’t understand a lot of what was said on the radio and Tina had not allowed him to watch the news, which I agree with. As far as he knew she was just trapped, he didn’t know about the abuse she had endured. “It might be her

William stepped in, leading Mira, who cast a glance at her sister, then smiled lightly at Frederick. "She is young and foolish, Your Highness. I pray you forgive her indiscretion." "She is hardly so young..." Frederick's words carried an edge, betraying his irritation. Indeed, Freya was no longer a child. She was sixteen, nearly seventeen, barely a year younger than Selena, who seemed to understand everything and knew her place. By contrast, Freya had always made things hard for herself. Frederick's mood darkened. It was not merely Freya's immaturity, but the unwelcome stirrings of thought about Selena that had crept back unbidden.

The room smelled faintly of sweat and fever. “Freye!” I screamed, and my voice no longer belonged to me. I scooped her up as best I could. Her limbs were limp one second, rigid the next. I slapped her back, inhaled her lips, trying to force a breath into her. Her eyes rolled white at the edges. Red splotches mottled her skin. “Stay with me, baby, stay with me.” My hands were slick with sweat. I pressed her to my chest and felt her small body tremble. Unlike any regular wolf, Freye was born sickly.

“Ruby, I’m talking to you! Your husband is so rich. It’s fine if he lends some money to Liam!” Wendy saw that I was not answering her, so she moved to strike me. “Hey, stop fighting! You’re sisters.” My mother pulled Wendy aside and coaxed her. Then, she dragged me into the kitchen. “Ruby, she’s your younger sister. Just throw her a lifejacket, we can’t just let her suffer like that.” I sneered and recalled the night my first child had a high fever in the past. It was raining heavily, and I had walked to the hilltop mansion and begged Wendy to give me some money so I could bring my child to a doctor.

It disappointed me that my brother would rather be with slut than someone like Frey, but then again, I wouldn’t want my Gamma and Best friend to be entangled with such a man whore. “Oh, why not?” Freya was persistent in wanting to know everything. “His with a woman,” I said defeated folding my arms, as she nodded her head disappointment on her face. She clenched on tight to her fork as everyone looked at her. “You okay Frey?” I mind link her and she nods her head. ‘Please excuse me,” She says, pushing back her chair as she walks away from the room. I sigh heavily, wanting to go after her. ‘Don’t. Give her time' Diego’s mind links me.

It makes his smirk grow even larger over his handsome face. “Wesley is my greatest enemy,” Freddy says in a dark tone, completely unbothered by my trying to fight him. It’s like he can’t even feel me trying to pull away from him. “He killed off my sister and picked Lily as his mate. I won’t ever forget that and you,” he breathes a laugh. “You’re a human now, which means you can be compelled.” My eyes widen, but it’s too late. Freddy looks down into my face with his glowing red eyes, and then I’m a goner. His face becomes more beautiful, more enchanting, and I feel my willpower to fight him drifting away.

He lowered his head and pleaded. " Forgiveee meeee.... Brotherrr Frey....... I was just jokinggg..You know..." Brother Freys eyes turned red and looked at him with a deathly stare as he asked.." Forgive you.... Are you that confident that I will...." His body began to shiver in fear as he heard that... The next word uttered by brother Frey made him frozen on the ground. Brother Frey smiled and said." If you don't make her walk here all by herself then forget about your stand. I will make sure your sister will have her way her instead of her."

Some men were beginning to show signs of scurvy. He tugged her scruffy braid and she smiled at him, but the interaction felt forced. She felt, almost physically, that they were drifting even further apart. She wanted him to go away but he did not, lowering himself onto the canvas sheet she had spread by the side of a tiny fire. “The fritzes . . . ” he said, “I mean . . . Wolfbane people . . . ” “Wulfstan,” she corrected. “Whatever. They have guns.”