Sister Friede Weakness Novels & Stories

Her smooth skin was pale as it was obvious that she was restless. "Fritz, what happened to your sister?" Liah asked her. The woman almost cried when she faced us. "Sister Liah, sister Fatima is said to be in critical condition, papa said she is not breathing anymore!" She said then suddenly started crying. Suddenly, my heart beat went fast and my eyes widened at the same time. "What?!" Liah exclaimed in disbelief. "H-How did that happen?" "W-We don't know," she answered while sobbing.

Frederick left, his anger burning bright. On his way back, he saw Freya scouring the area, clearly searching for him. Seeing her frantic, furious figure, he only felt irritated, wanting to turn and avoid her. But of course, Freya spotted him. "Fred, where have you been?" She had been trying to restrain herself lately. Ever since her sister arrived, her temper had improved considerably. But today, she couldn't hold back. First, Mira's performance during the audience-ground exercise made Freya feel foolish. After all these years, she had been deceived by a half-sister born out of wedlock. Then, there was Selena's display of skills at mounted archery. That alone had completely stunned her.

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.

"Cree, where are you?" My eyes sting from the smoke as I push through the panicked crowd. Faces blur past me, some streaked with ash, others contorted in fear. I can barely hear my own voice over the cacophony of screams. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes land on a familiar figure. It's Cree, tied to a wall with thick silver chains that bind his wrists and ankles. Blood trickles down his face, mingling with the bruises that mar his skin. The glint of silver reflects off his limp body, sapping him of his strength. My great grandmother's words echo in my mind - werewolves and silver do not mix. It is their ultimate weakness. And here he is, the strongest wolf I know, subdued by this simple me

Sofia Jones is a seventeen-year-old human who has never met her father. Her mother is never around because she would rather spend her time at the club than with her daughter. She isn't the most popular girl in school and only has one friend, Ella. Sofia has been in love with her best friend's twin brother since middle school, but she knows they can never be together, not only because he is the most popular boy who has been bullying her since freshman year but also because he is her best friends brother. Ethan Black is the most popular boy in school. He is the Quarterback of the football team, and he can have any girl he wants, except for the one he has been in love with since the fifth gr

Said Maria. The way that Maria looked at Riordan, like despite going years without seeing him, she still worshipped the ground he stood on, Freya could loosely think of a reason why the curing process would not work on her. Did the curing process remove the love from one’s heart? Unless if they found a way to do that first, the ‘curing’ would fail as many times as they attempted it for her. “It’s nice to meet you.” Freya said finally. Maria was very accommodating, she had to admit. She was a great hostess and her meals were out of this world. Her light merry disposition also managed to draw Fiona into conversation, the little traitor. All she ever gave her was half-assed expressions of doom.

"You know perfectly well that Frederick won't care if she dies. I tried what I could to stop it. After all, she's a Fox, just like Bridget, she's my sister. I was trying to keep her safe." Sister? I stared at Atlas in disbelief. Sister. Why only now did he say that? "Frederick won't let anything happen to her," Gabe replied. There's no room for doubt in his tone. "And how are you so sure? He cares to see how far her power can do to our foes, if it turns out she is incapable, do you think he will still care for her?" Gabe's gaze locked on Atlas, his eyes flashing with a warning, a flicker of light dancing in their depths, a sign of his wolf's agitation.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

I heard that it is actually one of Frederick's sister who is living as a human, she is not the only one though but her case is special because she went ahead to get married to a human boy, some even say that she gave birth to three children but no one is sure if the children are wolves or purely humans or maybe a mixture of both wolf and human, I don't know the answer to that either and I don't care enough to find out, it's their family business and not mine," Zane said. "Wait, are you talking about Frederick? Fred as in the Beta of our pack or someone else?" Shirley asked in shock, she was in awe, she didn't know what she was expecting when Zane he knew someone but it was definitely not thi

"Freya wasn't the saint you like to pretend she was. That girl didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She snooped, she asked questions, and now that she's dead, the world's a better place. If you can't learn to mind your manners the way Freya never did, you might end up just like her. High on pills, dead in a bathtub." "You bastard." Tears well into my eyes again. I hate myself for this weakness, these emotions, but I can't handle listening to him talk about my sister like that. Freya was a lot of things—clever, beautiful, outgoing, a bit of a troublemaker, good at heart—but she was not an addict, and the world's a darker, more terrible place without her in it.