Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

Angelina said and Lyla's eyes widened. "That is Mr McClean's son?" Lyla asked in surprise. "Yes, dummy. I hope the drugs your last boyfriend gave you are out of your system now," Angelina said angrily rolling her eyes. "If he finds out I am pregnant for him. He will come at me with everything and there will be no place for me to hide," Lyla thought. "I have to go," Lyla said to Angelina and headed for the door. Angelina shook her head in disbelief. Her friend is crazy, was the thought on her mind as she cleaned the counter.

“Aria.” She looked at him, and in that moment Ryan saw the truth clearly. For the first time since he had met her, she appeared untethered. Not unstable or broken, but simply a young woman who no longer knew how to exist outside of constant survival mode. He opened his arms, and she came to him willingly. The instant his embrace closed around her, the last barriers inside her crumbled. Months of torment, years of hardship, and the accumulated pain of two entire lifetimes finally broke free.

I’m already working on transferring to a university here in Boston, but I won’t let him know until it’s done. I want Roman. My body and my soul want him. “So you’re just going to take it? Let that manipulative little psychopath destroy you piece by piece?” “What choice do I have?” “You fight back. Smartly. Strategically.” She sits back down. Pulls out her phone. “I have a plan.” “Anaya?” “I know a blogger. Very popular. Very good at what she does.” She’s already typing. “She can write things that will make Vivienne go to bed in tears. Lose sleep. Question everything about her perfect life.”

Zayn tried to convince Freddie to go along with his wishes, he knew the risks of telling him now or when Oriaga returned, and for now, Zayn wasn't so sure, although Oriaga's anger could rage against him, maybe Zayn felt ready. "You sure, huh?" Oriaga's assistant nodded confidently. "Yeah, with all the risk I'll have on my back, it's best to keep it this way." Freddie grunted, he tried to understand Zayn's wishes, what happened was beyond their control. Anyone would never intentionally ignore Amanda, to her detriment, it was the woman's fault for being obsessed with her freedom, Amanda couldn't think too much when it came to jumping off the cliff, she was just distracted and did it quickly.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

' "Yes. And what about it? " Ariana scoffed. " You are honestly mistaken here, young lady. My name is not Ariana Watson. My name is Ariana Swift. Why the hell won't you people get that? Don't you know me? Or have you assumed all these years that I Ariana Swift, am the Ariana Watson that you know? " She asked and Fiona became completely confused as she kept on staring at Ariana for a long period.

But his grip tightened. "Say your name," he demanded. "How rude. Not even dinner first?" she whispered, a laugh brushing with perversity. Then her eyes met mine. The smile vanished. All that remained… was curiosity. "Aiyana. The one who dreams of fire and has ice in her soul. The one who shouldn’t exist." She turned back to Max, a slight gasp as she tried to breathe. "Say the name. Now." Max repeated, his arm muscles rigid. Finally, she sighed, as if bored with the game.

the OB assistant said. “He was already with someone else now,” Freya replied bitterly. She burst into tears when she remembered Jacob’s betrayal of her. “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am,” the OB assistant said while bowing. “It’s okay. You’re not the only one who asked me that. They used to ask me about it,” Freya said bitterly. “Miss Freya, what are you going to name your child?” asked the OB. “Yael Anderson, po Doctrine,” Freya answered smiling while staring at her son.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

“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.”