Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

Before I could even start typing, Vivian replied in the group. Vivian: Y’all are so fucking dumb. Have you forgotten the video that came out last month? Freya’s a whole whore. She’s been sleeping around with rich men to get that money. That’s how she got the Obsidian card. Y’all really think a girl who used to be broke just suddenly bought a whole mall? Please. She’s a slut who sold her body. My heart started beating faster. A few people immediately jumped in. Tyler: Wait… lowkey that makes sense tho.

I see Alyana took her cellphone but it fell on the floor because of her stupidity. I turned my gaze to Vanessa. "STUPID!! VANESSA CALL AN AMBULANCE!!" "WHAT HAPPENED!!" "S-Stephen is Alyana, I saw when he pushed M-Manang Daley..." Alyana frowned when she turned her gaze. "He got angry with Manang because Manang Daley said that he saw Alyana take my account." The f**k Alyana! That's how you are now! I wish I had gotten to know you better before I made my decision... I'm such a fool!

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

“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?”

" Noah explained. "It sounds like he's referring to Soraya Wayne." Freya reflected. "Enough of them, what do you do?" "She enquired. "I'm a personal assistant in a multinational corporation," he persuaded her, "and what about you?" "He inquired. "CEO of the FG fashion industry." "Sipping her red wine, she smiled. "The Freya Grey?" In flesh and blood? "He was perplexed. She wasn't like Soraya. He had this idea that all successful women were bitchy, but she had proven him wrong that night.

As I pushed her pack against the wall, she stumbled back and kicked the trash can, a loud clang echoing throughout the bathroom. She slammed her hand over her mouth as the girls outside fell silent. We both froze and held our breaths. But a moment later, footsteps came to the stall door. “Hey, are you okay?” one girl asked. “Yep,” she chirped. “... are you sure?” My feet were by the crack in the bottom of the stall. I jumped straight onto the toilet seat, pulling my feet into the air. “... Cato?” another of the girls said. I closed my eyes. Shit. I recognised her voice immediately. My aunt Maria’s daughter, Floriana. There was no point in hiding. Her mother had bought me these shoes for my l

Right now her face looked drawn, she had tear streaks on her face, her hair was wild as a bird nest, her eyes were sunken and had black bags around them, her nose was red and she was on a very big sweatshirt and an equally big joggers but Freya was a stunner. Freya could walk into a beauty contest with a potato sack draped around her and still own the show. Not just that, she was the warmest and kindest person that Alan knew, mischievous, daring and intelligent. Alan found himself wanting her approval, wanting her attention and her smiles for himself. “What is it?”, she asked him after a while of him staring at him. “You look like a koala”, he replied immediately. “I do not”, she gasped. “Yo

Sky said between moans of pleasure. Freya dumped her beautiful bag under a chair that faced one of the desks without photos and knickknacks and looked out the window. She had a direct view of the Ian billboard, and a pang of uncertainty washed over her. There was no need to panic. For all she knew, the name might be coincidental. She hadn't gotten any confirmation that that particular Ian belonged to her mortal enemy. If it did, what would she do? Quit right away? Or, work despite knowing she was walking into a snare that might severely hurt her all over again.

Freya asked, while Arianna felt an intense urge to reveal the truth. "Don't overthink the answer, because it's out of your reach. She's not who you believe she is; she's merely an imposter wearing the face of the unfortunate Lila. In reality, she is Lyra Green, the sly and deceitful elder sister of Lilith Green.

“You son of a bitch. You knew they’d make a fuss like this and you knew how much I hate this kind of—” “You’ll get used to it,” he said smugly. “Son of a bitch.” “Shh. Don’t make me kiss you in front of all these people, Freya.” “Stop bullying her, you prick,” Aisha swooped in, grabbing Freya’s other arm and effectively shielding her from a good number of reporters and their cameras. She was literally a wall of fluff and glitter. The supermodel had changed into a flouncy yellow backless ballgown the color of bananas, and made from a material that could only be described as pillow down. Her hair remained the same purple it was earlier today, but now it was intricately braided into her head wi