Faith Fraser Novels & Stories

I towered over her, I had to be at least almost a foot taller than her. Then when Matt showed up, I pieced two and two together. The daughter of Charlotte Solace that was killed five or so years ago. The daughter of Matt that nobody had seen in the last 4 years since he got his second chance mate, who apparently has done something so vile to Tessa, when he takes over completely as Alpha, Tara and Marissa will be gone. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, she was afraid, the fact she ran into somebody. Matt whispered to her and that's when she looked up at me. Her blue eyes locked on with mine.

“What are you talking about? So what if I’m not here, you’ll still look after her yourself...” “I can’t, Fred. I’m having a relapse!” She blurted. The whole house was silent for a few moments. Frank and Catherine stared at each other, I focused on their faces. What in the hell?! A girl with a heart defect, her guardian with cancer... even her Dad is a wanted criminal. James... James has schizophrenia. Is it just me or do they really have no luck. Heh, I’m one to talk, my life is not even the least perfect.

My father with his eyes on Mack, and Mack standing behind me, likely observing my father. “Mack?” I hear Faith call from inside. “The waffles—” Faith stops. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?” I have a second of thinking that she doesn’t sound sorry at all, and really, she shouldn’t be because I’m sure she would’ve heard what was going on from the kitchen. My father shifts his gaze from behind my right shoulder, to my left. “Who are you? One of the packmates?” “No,” Faith says slowly, “I’m his fated mate.”

"Before we knew you were female or that you'd rejected Marcus or that you'd change pack law." "The bond chose Frederick," Freya corrects. "A boy who didn't exist." "The bond chose you," I argue. "Regardless of what name you were using or what body you were presenting." Freya leans into me and I wrap my arms around her and feel her shaking from cold and emotion. "I don't know how to do this," she admits against my chest. "I don't know how to forgive my father or trust that anyone is telling me the truth." "You don't have to know right now," I tell her. "You just have to keep breathing."

“At least introduce yourself first, Mom.” The woman finally loosened her grip, taking a step back but still holding my shoulders like she wasn’t ready to let me go just yet. “Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” she exclaimed, smiling brightly. “I’m Jessica Weston—Blaze’s mother and your biggest fan.” “Uh, hi,” I managed, my voice coming out more nervous than I intended. “I’m Faith.” Jessica beamed at me, her enthusiasm undeterred. “Oh, I know who you are, dear. Blaze told me everything. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. You’re even more beautiful from up-close!”

“Ever since I came to this pack…I don’t think I have ever known a man more fit to be Alpha than Alpha Charles. He’s the father ever person deserves and the man who gave me a home…a family, when I had no one left in this world. And Luna Malaya…she’s the mother that I missed dearly, the woman who’s the heart and soul of the pack. I can’t even imagine taking their pace…” “Then don’t.” Sarah took my hand, offering me her calming smile. “Don’t try to take their place…don’t try to be Luna Malaya. Because you’re not her. You’re Freya Wilder MacGyver. You’re going to be a Luna that the pack has never seen. If you try to copy who you idolize, you’ll have to live your entire life trying to live up to

It was a weapon in the hands of a king who had never once hesitated to kill. His hands trembled as he pressed the scroll flat again. He thought he could control the game. That by offering whispers in the dark, he could save his children from the storm. But the storm had come anyway. And now, all he could do was pray that it didn’t tear them apart. For the first time in his life, the Alpha of the Silver Fangs was afraid. Not of war. Not of death. But the truth. Because if Serena ever asked the right question—if she ever looked too closely at who she was, where she came from, or what Valerian really wanted—it would all unravel.

“When she watched it, she saw your dad having sex with a young girl in a hotel room.” Stefan fell silent with shock and sadness. “No! It can't be! This must be a mistake. My dad would never do that!” he said. His eyes filled with tears. “I can't believe it either. But it's true. I've watched it. The man really is your father,” his uncle said sadly. Tears rolled down Stefan's cheeks. It breaks my heart to see him cry. My cell phone suddenly rang. I took it out of my bag and checked it. Beth called me. I then stood up from the chair and walked away from them while answering the call.

Xander shivered as she sprang out of the sofa she was on; she did her long brown hair in a messy bun and rolled up the sleeve of her polka dot shirt. Since his arrival, he had learnt never to mess with her as she could be the most formidable woman in the park if she wanted. He had seen her when she was furious and had vowed never to annoy her because he wasn't ready to have his face punched. Nonetheless, Aiden was the one he often looked up to, for he was fearless and never backed down from a fight, even when it looked like he would lose. “Hey.” Sparkles said whilst motioning to him with her index finger.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” Hayden’s jaw clenched, his gaze shifting to the shadows surrounding us. “They will always come back. But I won’t let them take you.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that as long as Hayden was with me, nothing could hurt me. But the truth was, I was more of a liability than anything else. The furies wanted something from me, and I didn’t even know what it was.