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.

“I was never cursed, and I was never born to destroy.” Tears filled her eyes, but they were no longer tears of grief or exhaustion; they were the tears of absolute freedom. Aria smiled into the morning light, speaking the final truth that anchored her soul. “I was born to choose.” The End

"Thanks, Ana. You always have the answers to everything. I love you so much." "I love you too, bestie," Anastasia whispered, patting her back. "Now, go change your world. Go seduce your billionaire and get those files. Your mum is counting on you." Freya stood up straight, adjusted Darlington's jacket, and took a deep breath. She felt a new flame of determination burning in her chest. She wasn't just a victim anymore. She was a woman with a plan. She walked out of the pharmacy and headed straight for the black SUV where Kelvin was still waiting, his eyes narrowed as he watched her approach. She didn't look down. She didn't look scared. She smiled at him—a real, confident smile that made him

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.”

"It's lovely to meet you all. I'm Freya but everyone calls me Faye." "That's so pretty." Addy says. "So, Faye, tell us about yourself." Chiara sits across from her, leaning forward and placing her head in her hands like nothing could possibly be more important. "There's not much to tell. I just moved here with my mother from spending a year moving around South Africa." She explains. "I was born and mostly raised in Scotland before spending 3 years in Ireland. My favorite movie is Wanted and my favorite TV show is Dead to Me. I die my hair a lot. I'm naturally dirty blonde. My favorite food is vegaterian sushi. And More than that there's really nothing to tell."

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.

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.

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She grinned before turning and walking away. "I hate that bitch," Tari spat after Antonia. "I need to go now," Freyana said, wearing her jacket. "Seriously? What's so scary about that boy, he looks like a kid," Tari said. "You thought you helped me with what you did yesterday, no, you only made it worse," Freyana reminded. "What's so terrifying about him? That the mention of his name leaves you frozen?" Tari questioned, completely oblivious to the trembling of Freyana's hand.

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.”