Cece Frey Wikipedia Novels & Stories

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.

Freddie announced. A Center? I turned to Ledger with a brow raised. He nodded in agreement. Huh, interesting. Something about that info didn't sit well with me. “Doesn't that make you both rivals?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. The silence that came after that was awkward. Zeke chuckled nervously. “Almost. Freddie plays as a Right Defenseman these days.” He said, shooting Freddie a look that said, ‘why didn't you just say that?’

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.

Cullen said in a firm tone. Valic ran his hand over his face and forced his anger out of his tone. “Freya is an ancient vampire, and Gorge is her brother. Gorge has a level head while Freya is a little touchy.” He would smirk at the word little. Freya was an ill-tempered bitch who had entirely too much power to be left unchecked.

"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."

"Freya! Freya!" TBC..

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... "

Do tell Maleficus it is urgent". I manage to tell her before she turned her back completely out of my sight. Freyah was a good and talented witch, the younger sister of Maleficus. Her age is not far from him. They were old, older than me. But because of the nature's gift and her knowledge towards all sorts of medicines she have maintained her younger looking body and face. Only Maleficus does not want to alter his looks so much. Maleficus looks old but his strength is equivalent to a young wolf.He is particularly just plain and simple then he dedicated his entire life helping the people of their needs.

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.

Frederick was genuinely furious. He had never imagined that Freya could be so utterly foolish. At a moment like this, she had the audacity to speak ill of Selena. Did she not understand these soldiers were his closest guards, men who had once fought beside Selena day after day? Did Freya have a death wish? "Why are you shouting at me?" Freya was truly fearless. As she often proclaimed, she was the daughter of Henry Talmar, the Desert Hawk himself. She was the Desert Rose!