Cece Frey Wiki Novels & Stories

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."

38 said. "Gross. " I commented. Freyia just rolled her eyes on me. "Let's go. I'm ready! " Agent 66 excitedly said. "We will do the mission, 66. Not your damn girl hunting, " I said. "Oh, please. Said that to your dumb*ss friend. He's always doing that in every mission. " "What, me?! I'm not! " Agent 45 claimed. I just rolled my eyes at them. I opened the car's door and entered it. I took a sit beside with my step-sister, Freyia also known as Agent 38.

They then engaged in a small talk as Damian and Excami walked towards their family car, and Freya followed them. “Wait, is that your car?” Excami asked as they were already entering their family car. Freya nodded, “Cool right? It’s newly bought and I am also planning to put some customization to it.” Freya said with excitement as she tapped the roof of the car that was next to the Montague siblings’ family car— her newly bought car and it seemed that she was the one who was also driving it, no need for a family driver…

There was a soft knock on the door and a young boy appeared, "Is the Archon Alpha back to normal?" Dom turned around, "Yes, Freyge. You may come in." Freyge was the healer werewolf, an omega of the pack who tended to the werewolf’s health. What he couldn’t match in combat, he provided in healing. Freyge stepped into the room and surveyed Valencia silently. “How’s the wound now?”

"I use my gun whenever I like. Not when someone tells me to." "I know there are bad rumors about you," Freya said, her voice trembling. "But you don't have to prove people right. You don't have to be a monster." "I don't care what people think about me, Fries. Not even you," he said coldly. "My name is Freya, for God's sake!" she snapped, her frustration boiling over. "I never knew anyone could have such a huge ego. I wonder how you even became rich. People like you never get rich unless it’s through illegal means."

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

I told Frey. Hearing my answer, Frey looks aglow. Since then, I never brought up anything that would make Frey sad. I never thought again about the awkwardness around Frey. *** "Good morning Frey," I greeted as Frey came out of the bedroom.Frey who looked pale walked over to me. “Good morning, Leo,” Frey replied in a low voice. I talked to Frey that morning. About the identity of Frey who is not a human. With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself.