Cece Frey Wikipedia Novels & Stories

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!

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

I still don’t understand the distinction but Ezra said it’s like a vet and a neurosurgeon. Apparently, I’m Freya’s first patient since this Academic year started. She apologized profusely for her absence during my injury and gave me a report of my recovery. She will let me go in time for the arrival of the betas meaning I’ll miss another week of classes. I’m not complaining because Ezra said we can use the time to integrate properly. Freya is a 5’6 ball of energy. I’m visibly stunned as she zooms around the infirmary leaving streaks of golden light from her curly, long and extremely full pale gold hair. By the time she retires for the night, I am drained.

When I saw Frey acting harshly toward Cassandra, I couldn’t hold myself back and stepped between them. “Let her go.” Frey—this man, was always annoying. He often pressured Cassandra, his own child, and always told her to ask me for money. Everything he wanted was for himself. He grabbed her hand roughly. “You know it. That shameless woman is still alive, and she’s ruined my life.” The smell of alcohol was strong on him. Even though his life had fallen from what it once was, he never learned and instead blamed others. “She is Cassandra, I’m sure of it! Now you have to give me money!”

"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.

He fell into the ground with a thud and Freya laughed, the fire around her died down and she stood tall looking straight at him. "I will enjoy torturing you Lain navier edevane until you take your fucking last breath" she muttered bitterly. Axel collapsed into the dirt panting heavily. I couldn’t tell if he was actually hurt or if he just felt like it. Freya’s power wasn’t exactly meant for healing injuries. It was more for intimidation and torment. And that was what Freya intended to do. She would torture me and force me to live every moment as a living nightmare. Axel sighed, his hands reached up to rub at his red cheek where Freya had burned it. I fucked up big time.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

A familiar voice question from the other end. Celeste increased the volume of her whine. “I wish I did, dad. Guess who ruined everything for me?” “Who?” “It’s that useless Freya again. I don’t know why she came back from the dead to haunt me.” “Freya?” The other voice sounded surprised, shocked even, like he’d just mentioned a witch’s name. “That’s impossible. Freya is miles away in another city, serving dishes and cleaning tables. That pathetic girl couldn’t possibly make it to an event like that.”

" 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.