Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

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.

and left . Anaya Is in front of the mirror , she touch the mark given by him and a blush crept on her face remembering their moments .She is smiling at herself when she heard Alya voice . Alya :" you are looking so much happy ". Anaya turned to her and asked :" what do you mean ?" . Alya smirked and said :" I mean you are looking so happy snatching my place , my love Anaya get angry and said :" excuse me you are talking about my husband ".

Hayley told her with watery eyes. “Just be quiet. Let it all out.” Earnestine reiterated. Freya dressed up in a blue flare gown, her black hair was tied into an onion bulb, she stared at the mirror, her gaze meeting the sparkling chains on her neck. The long gold earrings glittered, as the rays of the sun struck it. She looked like an angel. Freya exhaled, closing her eyes. Janeka helped with the make-up, and she looked gorgeous. Eamon texted her the address of where they'd meet, and her sisters made sure she'd look stunning or possibly more than that. Her blue heel shoes matched the long blue flare gown.

Zain voice slapped me on the face immediately I opened his sound proof door, Frey was the first to see me, she was accessing me with her eyes just like I was doing to her. Today she’s wearing a red heels and a black strapless gown, very short and sexy but I didn’t come here to adore her beauty, the look on her face told me Exactly what she thought of me as well. Her eyes were praising me, but her facial expression wasn’t, it simply means we think of the same thing, she thinks I’m beautiful too but it doesn’t stop the fact that she hates me. “It’s all because of her right? Because of this thing!” She was screaming at my face but stood rooted on the same spot.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

He extended his hand for a handshake. She grinned. "My name is Freya!" She extended her hand as well. "I am the assassin who will end your life someday. I will reclaim everything that belongs to me—I will not leave a dime, and none of you will live to see me rule my people," she reflected, letting out a painful smile. His parents have caused her seventeen years of nightmares, and she will not let it go. She will be his Luna as well as the secret vengeful assassin starting today.

AIDEN MONDAY I’m like a patient healing from an accident. I lost my memory for a second. Everything became hazy, and I knew something was missing. A part of the puzzle, even though the piece looks whole, that tiny part makes the picture perfect. Freya Greyson. There’s a shriek in my head. The blank spaces are ink filled; the blurry lines are perfect when I blink my lids one time. You meet all kinds of people; investors, entrepreneurs, and social climbers. Everyone fits into a category in my mind. All except two. Layla Dean. Now Freya Greyson.

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.

Mordeu playfully smacked her head, biting his lower lip, “What kind of idea did you get in that head of yours?” Freya was all laughter, “You were the one who said it felt so good. I wanted to know what felt good so I can try.” Mordeu raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her appearance, “And if I do tell you, who are you going to try it with?” Freya glanced ahead; Fjall and Ayra were tied together, there was no separating them. Cillian had made Mordeu feel good even though she was never told how. And then there was Alana, who just like her, was free and single.