Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

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.

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

I stare down at the drop before me, contemplating the freedom that endless plunge might offer. But I know deep in my thumping heart that I want to believe him. I want to step away from the edge. But the images are still there, the screams echoing in my head. In my peripheral vision, I can see Killian staring up at me, searching my face, his expression pleading. And for the briefest of moments, I remember who I used to be. Right, I'm Ruby Fridays. I'm not like this. I shouldn't be weak like this. As I turn around to him, reaching down, retracing my steps and straying away from the edge, I bit my lips as I couldn't speak, tears filling my eyes as the memories overwhelmed me once more.

I ask with wide eyes, that's got to be a joke. Freya and I are used to awkward silence, we both enjoyed it, I don't see why we have to talk all the time, we love each other, I think that's enough. Freya was a wonderful woman, she loved Mila and they both got a long so well, that was all I needed, if they didn't get along then it's bye bye Freya. No matter how lonely I get, I wouldn't put up with someone who doesn't love my daughter.

"Wow. That's so nice of you. Thank you so much, Caitlyn." "Oh, it's nothing!" Caitlyn smiled. "It's everything! What are you saying? This means a lot to me. Thank you!" "Enough of the 'thank you', what can I offer you?" Caitlyn asked with a smile. "I'm fine with anything." "Alright. Give me a minute," Caitlyn got on her feet and walked away to her kitchen. ▪▪▪ Caitlyn walked out of her apartment dressed too beautifully for someone going grocery shopping. Her red off-shoulder top hugged her body to fit her perfectly. She matched it with a white skirt that exposed her shiny thigh.

"Freya scream, raising her phone up. Now mommy, fucker CEO you guys can begin.!!! ---- ~PRESENT~ Freya eyes stood long like she couldn't explain it. Yeah and right now her mother with the officer are already gone from the company. She rubbed her eyes, before sitting down. She's Freya for a reason, not even Avery, Anthony nor Lydia and Cole can play her game perfectly. After she successfully take down Avery with the company, she will start chasing over Anthony even if it means she killed Lydia. A dirty smirk playing on her face as she rested her head. He's either mine or nobody, I get what I want and do what I want. ----- Anthony sat, legs on the table of his office as he scroll through Avery