Vana Freya 소설 & 이야기

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Let the Luna, boss persona drop for a while and just be Freya. I could see how much the last few years had worn on her. She looked tired, even if she was still the most beautiful woman in my eyes, she was exhausted. She needed to relax and enjoy herself, and I was determined to pamper her for as long as she'd let me. We drove for another few hours and she was out for the count. I pulled over to the side of the road and eased her back into her seat. That position couldn’t be comfortable for her. I dropped the seat back, then got out of the car and opened the trunk. I pulled out a soft blanket that I kept in there and headed back into the car. She stirred a little, but as soon as I covered her

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

The red haired thug butter up Azure and Brightmoon with an unctous grin. There was an aura of pure lust reflected in the repugnant eyes of Azure and Brightmoon. Brightmoon cast a few glance at Kaye and suggested to Azure. "This one seems like the cream of the crop, brother, you should take this one!" "Good!" Azure nodded in satisfaction. "I like your humility!"

Freya said to him. “I have food here” He quickly says kneeling to untie her. While he was at that Freya was formulating a plan. If she kicks him with enough force she will have the time to run to the table and grab a weapon she thought. That’s my plan! She thought. “She’s with the rental car. Track that. Her phone battery is out” Andre says to them. They nod. He paces round the room as they did their job. Why didn’t he think that it was possible for him to be out? He should have listened. If anything happens to her it’s going to be my fault because I failed to listen.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Ryan spoke from where he stood. “Managed?” Mendoza repeated and frowned. Ryan seemed to have expected a situation like this. In that case, did he have something to do with the girl Freya was paired with? “Nebra Xavier. There's not much information about her. Just that she's a rogue alpha. She's an orphan, and she has a younger sister. Neon Xavier.” Ryan didn't need to say much about Nebra for Mendoza to know Freya was in a deep mess. But that's none of her business.

“Zara… she was cut by it.” Her face turned into something I had not seen before. Her lips shook open, then she gasped bringing her hand to her mouth “Oh no.” I repeated myself like a chant, “It’s fine. She’s fine. Just a little cut. I bandaged her up. It stopped bleeding.” But she didn’t relax. “No, Freya. This is bad. Very, very bad.” Now she was scaring me. “What are you saying?” She swallowed as her voice dropped low. “That vase… Zac is obsessed with it.”

This was genuinely my first time seeing someone happy to be here, or maybe she had just come to terms with her present situation. I gave her a crooked smile and started cutting the vegetables in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. I didn't really have any friends here and since I was probably going to die here, it wouldn't hurt to make one. “Amara.” It suited her. “I’m Freya.” Amara leaned her hip lightly against the counter as she worked beside me. “Been here long?” “A little while.” Would she understand if I told her long enough to know my way around but not long enough to understand exactly what was happening.