Cece Frey Wiki Novels & Stories

Folders were passed round the table. It was the council competition results and the participants. I saw her... My little wolf; Freya. Her bright face glowed on the picture. Her captivating blue eyes almost caught me off guards. I felt my stomach tighten with desire. Her name was amongst the top for all the rounds. "This name Freya — she's consistent, " Elder Cassian was saying as he turned the pages of the folder. "Her scores across agility, instincts and logical leadership places her far above others by a margin of... "

“Alex, why did you do it?” Freya answered on his behalf, “President Melvis, I’m the one who killed the guy. In fact, it has nothing to do with Alex. There’s something wrong with this video too. A huge part of the video in the middle has been cut off, and it has been edited! Whenever I, Freya Mayer, want to kill someone, I will just kill him, and I won’t regret it! If you want revenge, then come at me!”

But upon closer look, it was indeed Frey, the High Priest. Frey had been captured—and I hadn’t heard a word about it. As I was still puzzled, Hod leaned close and whispered, “I captured him myself. No one knows.” Frey’s gem-like eyes shimmered. He parted his finely shaped lips and spoke softly: “Prince Hod, has my existence truly caused you such sorrow that you would confine me to a place like this, never to see the light of day?” Hearing his overly sentimental tone, I nearly slid down to the ground against the iron bars—Frey had always spoken in an oddly flirtatious and exaggerated way, but it seemed he had only grown worse.

“Is there something else I need to know?” “Yes, I haven't mentioned why witches are on the run and getting killed,” she murmured with a rather horrified look. “We are running from the Reaper.” She exhaled deeply. “Reaper? What does that have to do with this?” I questioned. “The Reaper hunts and haunts witches. If I'm correct, Frey is a witch.” “What? What do you mean, she's a witch?” This even gets more and more complicated. “The coven witches can bring more clarity to our situation.”

Cade teased, gesturing to Freya, who smiled brightly as she greeted him politely. "It's nice to meet you, sir. I am Freya Dallas, heiress to the Dallas Group in Dominic City," Freya said with a smile as she accepted Cade's hand for a handshake. I saw Festus moving past the crowd as he walked up to welcome me. The videographer filmed us all as the event was getting started, while the runway was ahead of us. "It's nice to meet you, Freya. I am Cade Holden, CEO of Holden Groups, and this is my lovely girlfriend, Hope Dexter," Cade introduced Freya to his girlfriend, and the two women greeted each other politely.

She turned back to her phone. I knew very well that Seymour would be an obstacle to my regeneration — Joke! I have no plans to change my life. I love being a bitch. But not the right time to show it. When I got irritated really hard, there I'll just show up. Show me what you've got, Seymour! I'm curious as fuck. I've been wanting to ask that before. "I'm curious. You seem to know this Seymour-whatever. Who are you?" She chuckles. "I'm Freya Xyrielle Tuazon Evans, and his name is Seymour Rios Sánchez Evans. We have a same Father." I was shocked at the last sentence she said. Same Father?

And then she appeared. Freya stepped out from behind a tree, her entire figure shrouded in black leather, sleek and polished. Her hair was pulled back, and her expression… it was hard, cold, and more calculating than I had ever seen. She was nothing like the woman I had known, the one who would cry on my shoulder and plead for my support. No, this version of her looked almost… predatory. She took a step forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “So, Caleb,” she started, her voice dripping with a mock sweetness that chilled me, “Good to see you again. Does me some good to know you care about me."

Her mother yelled, pointing her middle finger at her. Love you mom."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.

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

"Right." Him. Father nagged my ears non-stop about Denis of Darus, the one who cured a mental rogue and bought their trust, the one who now stood on par with my pack. "Charlie seems to have found a catch for her father." Freya said. "What does that mean?" I turned to her. She dropped her wine glass and stared into my eyes. "I can take him from her without stress. I always do it." Freya said it boldly, curving her lips in that I know more than you can think way.