Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive." Bastian briefly stared at the bathroom before focusing his attention back on his phone call, "aren't you sweet? I think I have fallen in love with you, Freya. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Tell me about yourself." Freya laughed loudly, "of course I'm beautiful but I know you are exaggerating. However I like it, I love when people praise my beauty. So you already know my name. I'm twenty-one years old. From a wealthy family and I just finished college. I came here on vacation with my two best friends and we are all about having fun.

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

"You're sweating way too much, Leaxandra." That's all it took for me to openly show fear in front of the psycho before me. "Y- you... disg... ust me." I choke in between tearing up, I could barely form the words. To make matters worst, he took advantage of my lost in touch from reality and had began to explore my body at his own will.

I told her. “Oh. My. Goddess.” She screamed. “This is huge! I am so excited for you Fallon, and trust me when I say you will not look good you will look delicious. He will not be able to keep his hands, or other parts off of you. Pick absolutely anything you want from my closet. You can even wear this if you want.” she held up the silver dress she was just pulling for herself. One thing I could say about Santana, she was always my biggest cheerleader. She would risk her own happiness to help me find mine and I loved her for it.

Sabine grumbled. There was another subfolder on Freya. It read: [Secret transactions.] When Antoine clicked on it, they discovered Freya made hundreds of anonymous donations to children with medical needs. There were other foundations too, but there were too many to go through. However, all of them suggested Freya was giving away money to help others. “That’s her secret?” Antoine reacted. There was one last folder. It read: [Freya’s guilty pleasure.] The Bellamy couple hoped and prayed they would find something—anything—to tear Freya’s name down. However, when they clicked on the folder, they learned that Freya was simply obsessed with fashion. She was the mysterious buyer of exclusive signa

My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I. I am a writer, I've never published a book before, but I'm working on it, right now I work at the local restaurant, it's just me, the owner and three other girls, and then the kitchen workers, that's it. It's Wednesday evening and my shift just ended, I took off my maroon apron, waved bye to Aaron, the owner, took a pastry off the counter, showed it to Aaron, who just smiled and winked, I left the restaurant, and started my ten minute walk home, on the way I saw Geoffrey, a homeless man

I scream at her but she only laughs. “And who's going to stop me?” I see her taking out her phone from her back pockets and she points the camera at me. “This is going to be so much fun” I try to fight my way out of Freya's grip but that's no use. “Spread the shirt properly, I need to get all her boobs on footage” “You can't do this!” I protest. “Such ugly bra you have, even my grandma won't wear this” Freya mocks. “I know right, such a basic slut.” Aria says “Now make her stay still so I can take a picture”

Maya groaned as she heard the annoying voice of the machine she was grown familiar with; She tried to open her eyes but the pain in the back of her head did not let the message reach her nervous system smoothly. After a few more attempts; She finally opened her eyes a little only to close them again; the urge to fall back to sleep was tempting but she needed water. blinking a few times; She finally opened her eyes to see her brother sitting across the bed; smiling faintly at her as her blurred vision made her see him. " hey aya ( nanny ) " her brother teased; he called her ' Aaya ' instead of Maya from their childhood.

Some did it out of love, whereas some did it for money, but it would be meaningless if relationships involved threats. “But Eliza is under Felix Media. If things get serious, it won’t benefit her.” Freya said, “Eliza doesn’t care. Plus, she’s Cathy and my friend. Even if she can’t stay in the entertainment industry anymore, she can set up a company with us.” Ryan poked her head gently. “You…” “Are you going to do me this favor?” Freya looked at him with a pout. “Yes. Since you’ve put it that way, I must help.”

a voice called. We both stared at each other for a whole two 2 seconds and got up. Farhan bhai raised an eyebrow at me. "bhai this is Ayan, my friend, and colleague, " "Ayan, he is Farhan bhai Hayat's fiance " I introduced both of them. They both said hello and started talking about something about sports that I don't have any interest in. After chatting for some time it started getting late, Hayat called me or more specifically yelled at me to get home. I did not tell her I was going out.