Ayiana Frey Novels & Stories

she instructed him and my eyes instantly went wide. "Absolutely not! This will not happen. You'll get hurt!" I exclaimed. "I guess this will be enough motivation." Olivia smirked. "No! This is not a motivation!" I snapped and walked over to Rayne. "Get your head out of your ass," I whispered angrily. "Shall we start Chris?" She ignored me. "Chris, I forgot to tell you. I have a fear of heights," she told him. She was challenging me. She knew I would do whatever I could to get her down before she hurt herself. It felt as if I was walking on thin ice and I had to be extremely careful because if I did not, she would get hurt.

“I think so too,” Freya said, gritting her teeth. She wouldn’t have any problem with it, no matter how upset she was, if Kyran’s girlfriend were someone who was even prettier than her. But the thing right now was that his girlfriend was that ugly woman. It was something that she would never accept.

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

The thought of being confined, of having her freedom restricted once again, filled Ayana with a sense of suffocation. "What a man! And what an attitude!" Ayana muttered under her breath, her hands moving with practiced ease as she fastened Lyana's buttons. "For goodness sake! What does this man want? To confine me like a prisoner in his house? Freaking no! I did not just break free from one cage only to get myself right into another one." As she spoke, Ayana couldn't help but feel a surge of anger coursing through her veins. How dare Robby and Jerry try to control her life and dictate what she could and couldn't do? She refused to be confined or shackled by someone else's expectations.

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

Real. Her chest still hurt. But beneath the hurt was something steadier. Relief. Because the waiting was over. Dennis had made his choice, loudly and publicly, in the way he always did when he was afraid to sit with silence. And she was finally done translating his fear into hope. Rihanna looked up at the grey London sky and let herself feel it—sadness, yes, but also gratitude. Not for the pain. For the clarity. She went back inside, turned her phone back on, and deleted one contact.

I couldn't ever get tired of seeing his angelic face. Halfway through the sketch, my stomach rumbled. I felt the strong urge to get food but I had to force myself to finish the sketch. Once I was done, I quietly made my way out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. I brewed coffee for myself with the coffee maker. After consuming it, I set out to cook breakfast. I was cooking and singing Ariana Grande's song *Break up with your girlfriend, I'm bored*. "Break up with your girlfriend…

Then pulled down her dress as it was my fault she has no undies on now, I chuckled. “Hey, Sis!” I grin up at my favorite sister, Anya. She’s a current Vicky Secrets model. But took some time off to have her daughter, Brionae. Who’s a year old now. Anya is bouncing her on her hip. She grins at me.

"I know I’ve been selfish. I’ve been scared and overwhelmed, and I handled it badly. But you're all I have, Ana. You know I’d never truly leave you." Anastasia let out a long sigh and opened her arms. "Fine. Come here, you idiot." They hugged tightly, and for the first time in days, Freya felt like she could breathe. "I've missed you so much," Anastasia whispered. "Me too," Freya replied, pulling away. "So... what’s the latest?" Anastasia asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Why are you wearing a jacket that costs more than this entire pharmacy?" "Long story short... Michael and his new girl, Cynthia, saw me at a gala," Freya began. She told Anastasia everything—the drink splashing, be