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... "

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.”

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?

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.

I do know that there is something good in Abir. "Where is she?" I ask Frey, "How do you have this information?" "A scout I trust," says Frey, "We fought together in the Second Incursion. He saw a hunter staggering in from the Barren. He was bloodied and dehydrated, nearly dead with exhaustion. He would have gone to help the hunter but another was waiting." I know before Frey says it, "Didi."

“That was different—” “How?” I cut in, my voice low but unrelenting. “Because she was your daughter-in-law? Because you assumed I’d never challenge the double standard?” Alexander stepped forward. “Because she was vetted. Because she at least had credentials.” “Freya has credentials,” I said. “She’s got more practical insight into human behavior than anyone on our executive team. She’s already saved us from two potential PR disasters. And more importantly, I trust her.” “You trust her,” he repeated, like it was a disease.

“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.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.