Cece Frey Wiki Novels & Stories

“Why?” “Just curious,” Oskar replied. “Are you into sports?” “Generally, I’m athletic. I swim and run. I know tennis and golf, but I don’t practice religiously,” Freya answered casually. “What course did you take?” Leon inquired. “Marketing was my foundation, Jewelry Design was my passion—and I wrapped up my Business Master’s while leading design at ADLEY & Co. Busy year,” Freya answered. There was silence in the air until Milo cleared his throat. He leaned in and asked, “Freya, have you ever… started a war?”

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

How could I be happy when there’s a chance that I might have two mates” I chuckled softly, rolling my eyes. “Two mates?” I hear someone’s voice come from the turn and we both turn. I glance up at Frey, who lowers her head, then back at the person. “Kasper!” “What did you just say? You might have two mates?” He asked me as Freya widens her eyes. “I will excuse you both,” she says to me, giving me a nod before walking out of the room. I exhale sharply, looking at him. He looks like a walking god, wearing an olive green t-shirt and black jeans. He looks so perfect.

"But you should see the other guy!" "The other guy being the floor, I assume?" Freya quipped, reaching for her suture kit. As she worked, she couldn't help but think, 'Dan would've gotten a kick out of this one.' The thought surprised her, and she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Ara rolled her eyes and Freya laughed out. Freya asked him about her employer. "So you stay in the same house as Killian Serrano?" she asked excitedly. Ara nodded unenthusiastically. "Whoa...I've heard he has the most beautiful eyes. Is it true?" she gushed out about her tormentor. Ara hummed in agreement because that was true. His greyish-green eyes were indeed the most stunning eyes she had ever seen. "Oh, God! He looks so gorgeous in the pictures. Too bad I never got to see him in person. But I have seen his fiancee. She is a pain in the ass though," Freya had worked with her. The woman was full of herself.

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.

he mumbled and I smirked. Frey was a tall man, with a lanky frame like he could be blown away by the breeze at any moment. He was young for a council member, maybe one of the youngest I knew of. How had he gotten into Ronan's service in the first place. "Come on, Frey, we both know who sent you here," I muttered and he smiled but said nothing in return. It was amusing, an acknowledgement without a word or a gesture. "What does he want," I asked, unwilling to beat around the bush.

" 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.

He reunited the two creatures just in one night. I look around to see my dad, Chester beside Maynard. The two are displeased but couldn't do anything. Whether they like it or not Lycan will rule. All of a sudden I felt the hand on my arm and I turn swiftly to see a man, much older before me. He has the grace of a ruler. His hair white and a little bit longer. His lips red and his eyes of green colour. Dazzling should describe him and his ears are pointed. I get the idea of who he is at once and I shuddered. King Frey.

He pulled out a single sheet of yellowed paper, which he smoothed down on the desk and examined for a moment. “What does it say?” I asked, peering over the archivist’s shoulder. “Hmm… It seems that Freya had connections to one of the western packs in the past,” he said. “Pack Crescent, to be exact.” He handed me the paper, and my eyes scanned it for a moment before I nodded and handed it back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more information for you,” the archivist said. I shook my head, already turning to leave. “It’s better than nothing.”