Cece Frey Wiki Novels & Stories

Freya said as I smiled. “Well, you know me, Mama. I am the heir to the green tech company and the CEO of a successful pharmaceutical company. I think that’s pretty summed up everything the tabloids wrote about me, don’t you think?” I said as I was standing up from the chair as I was walking around the suite. Freya groaned. “And you know they only did that because they did not know you, my son. Why do you have to play their games?” she asked me as I shrugged.

Jessica replied in French. "Can you both speak what I can understand?" Crystal complained. "Sorry Crystal. I am Chase's mother, Freya Reed. It's nice to meet you, Jessica. You have such wonderful hair and eyes," Freya said with a smile. "Thanks so much, Mrs Reed. You look a bit too young to give birth to Chase," Jessica replied. "Thanks, but it's only because I had him at a very young age, I was only twenty-one. How did you and Chase meet?"

Freya could aptly termed to be a car fanatic and she loves the flashy brand new Toyota products. "It looks stupid right?" he quickly added, then chuckled shyly at the same time. But still there wasn't any response possibly coming from her. Puzzled. He continued, "Common, stop staring at it like that, ma'am. Its for my grandpa." he explained innocently.

"We have thousands of able bodied soldiers who would die for my cause and you bring an outsider?" "You have thousands of able bodied soldiers but none of them would die for your cause," Freya corrected. "You seem to have forgotten how they reacted to the news of her disappearance. They all wanted something in return to find her." "And Hermes is any different?" I frowned. "Does he look to you like he would run off to face that bastard Xavier and rescue my daughter for free?" "He looks even more expensive than all of your men," Freya replied. "He would cost you a fortune, but he has something that I have not seen amongst any of your soldiers in years."

Cole leans toward me, whispering, “Is there any alternative?” “There is,” a voice responds before I can speak. I turn, and my heart lifts. Freya, my closest friend, stands near the front, clad in a shimmering cerulean dress that makes her ocean-blue eyes pop. “Freya!” I exclaim, hurrying toward her. “You made it.” “I got footage of you and Cole. I thought it might come in handy… if you want to use it,” she whispers. My chest swells with gratitude. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

" 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.

If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints.

“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 was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Maturity Warning: Sexual Content, MFF, GL Ryder’s POV “Freya, what’s wrong?” I ask, reaching out and pulling her to my arms as she seems dazed. “I just didn’t expect my father or mother to have so many secrets, I had a half-brother and Phoenix is my niece, my brother is dead,” Freya quietly answers while burying her face in my chest, as Liliana takes Anarchy to Jonathan with Aiden following.