Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

Ashanti I know what it means to be prey. I lived the life of prey for seven years. Seven bloody years. When I escaped, I live a life of prey, looking over my shoulders, developing high sensitivity to my environment, being camouflaged, and mostly being defensive or tried to be. I'd tried to act tough and pretend I wasn't shitting in my pants, but I was, as I grew older, I realize that being a predator comes with a certain satisfaction.

I lock my apartment and climb down the stairs but I get petrified when I hear him scream, "AAYFUUC TING HEYATE PREEDAA." I freak out. What is happening to him? He is starting to scare me, I don't want him to hurt himself or turn into a maniac. Gay or not, I still like him as once my friend Ana had told me, ‘If they don’t get drunk and call you, you are not the one.’ Now, does it mean that I am the one? I wave for the taxi while I hear Ryan rubbishing through the phone, "Aaaahhhh! Lizon kat-ful-lily aaye affa ran dummy son," I get inside the taxi.

"You know how much I hate the City. Plus, you owe me that much. I spent 5 agonizing minutes trying to push your big ass head out of my vagina" Sreya chuckled, "What? Five minutes?" "Five minutes, girl. Five fucking minutes. That's like hours if you ask me" Sreya loved her mother to death but sometimes she just couldn't understand how she got through life thinking the way she does. Clucking her tongue, Freya popped another cookie into her mouth, "Who the hell am I kidding? I see you all the time. Tv, magazines, books. Hell, you're like fucking Mariah Carey or something. Only, you're a doctor".

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

Jared says looking annoyed. She quickly grabs a chair from another table. “Do you mind moving over, Frey?” “It’s Faye.” You cunt, I think to myself as I glare at her and scoot my chair over. “I don’t like her either.” Aidan leans over and whispers. “Do you think if I slit her throat anyone would miss her?” “”Her hair stylist. Making it that unnatural must make him a fortune.” I burst out laughing. Aidan chuckles next to me. The whole room turns to my outburst but I don’t care. I look over to see a huge smile on Jared’s face as I laugh.

"When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing, and he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me." - Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day"

"It's fine; I wasn't expecting any of them to come, to be honest, I have not exactly spoken to them" "Hey, we all still love you even if you did leave us." She laughs, and we sit down. "Anaya, this is Freya, my sister." I smile at her, and she sits looking at me. "Well, that's unexpected." We all look at her confused, what the hell is unexpected?

Annabelle was listening to something with her ear buds, Mason was typing away on his phone, no doubt, as ploy to drown out Ashley's voice. I took one of Annabelle's ear buds and put in my ear. She didn't budge or complain like most people would. The song playing wasn't one I was familiar with but it sounded nice. "What song is this?" I asked her when the song ended. "That's 'fire' by BTS. It's my favorite of all their songs", she replied, still looking at her phone. I had heard of those BTS boys but had never really paid attention to them. Maybe I'd check them out later.

“I was wondering why you were taking so long. Turns out there’s a man here.” Daisie choked. “Nonsense. We were in the perfume ad and bumped into each other here.” She looked at Ayan and waved the book in her hand, “Thanks for this. We have plans, so we need to leave now. See you later.” Ayan smiled and nodded. “Sure.” Daisie left with Freyja. After leaving the library, Freyja suddenly laughed. “You were in an ad campaign with Ayan Haris?” Daisie paused. “You know who he is?”

Faye Fernandez, 5 year old and only daughter of Julian Fernandez and Sandra Parker. Her mommy and daddy are very famous people, there are cameras and people everywhere they go. Faye knew because the people also took poctures of her and she even sees her pictures in TV and computers almost every day, even her teacher have her picture on her cellphone.