Free Man Writer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Can’t recall the last time I called you this. I don’t like the sound of it in my ears anymore.” “The name wasn't meant for cooperate thugs like you.” “I agree. So what’s going on with your emotions? How is your married life?” “Fucked up.” Anthony was one person I couldn't lie to. We were rivals but we always got along greatly whenever we found ourselves in spaces like this one. “Why?… I heard from a right source that Freya is your fated mate. That’s enough to make your marriage blissful.” “Yeahh,” I breathed the word as I sighed hard. My head pushed, head up. I look up to the beautiful sky in distress. “Freya is my mate but I hold no feelings toward her. I just want to be a free man.”

The man responds with a head nod. The old man smokes once again, returning his attention to me. He puffs his smoke right at my face. “Stepping out of my mansion is forbidden. But I can grant you permission 'cause you’ve earned me something mighty with the Alpha of the South. Next time, don’t sneak out. You might be mistaken for a deer and get hunted down.” He stands to his feet. “Set them free,” he orders, and I slightly breathe out in relief. His eyes avert to his Gamma. “Is Freya still waiting for me?”

“I’m not a toy. I’m not yours. You don’t get to own me just because you can afford to.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t yet decided to solve. “Go on.” “I want my own apartment. Not one of your place, I’ll choose it. I want time, protected time to write. I want connections to publishers, editors, agents. And I want freedom. No control over what I wear, who I see, what I do when I’m not in your bed.” A beat passed. He didn't blink. Just breathed in once, slow and deep, before speaking.

Can't wait for you to come back. It seems to me that he doesn't have any plans of going back to California. Also, I can't stand being triggered by the thought that Freya's being all clingy to him. Though does she know about his real identity? Is that why it doesn't make any sense how she liked him when he's all about being rude? "Hey Flynn, Let's take a picture." "Amaya you're smoking." So I finished my stick fast and then stretched my arm for a selfie. I smiled like an in-love girl as Flynn just smiled too. So I sent it to Max as a reply with a message saying,

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”

“ I Don’t want to die , i have a family and a wife , I don’t want them to mourn me , please just let me go . “ Maybe you should have thought about that before you just lied to my face again . The man looked utterly surprised by what I had just said. I knew that he was expecting that from me and that is why I love it when people find out that I can access their thoughts without them knowing about it . I didn’t want to do that but the Bastard’s thinking that they could just lie to my freaking face and I would let him go . “ Who are you ? “ you are free to think whatever it is that you think my but just so you know that , I don’t care about what you are thinking or not , I don’t care and I real

“I can't believe you would help me for free. After all, I'm a wanted one by the police. You won't get yourself in trouble.” "You know I like trouble," he said. "And you know I like you." "That's a lie," I retorted. "It's ridiculous to say you like me. You don't mind me sleeping with other men." I thought of the waiter in the Mexican Hotel wearing a blue bow tie. He said he didn't mind. "I allow your body to be free, just as I don't care that you slept with Frade," he said coolly, "Because I know your heart will always be mine."

I felt my pu**y constrict at the sudden move and I screamed , shuddering as another wave of pleasure came riding on top of his thrusts . I felt a part of my rationality leave me just as I agree to his fucked up proposal because maybe it knew that Jacob was right , I was truly fu*ked now, not only did I lose my freedom , I lost much more but the other half , the one that I always locked inside me , was filled with genuine relief . Author's note : please do leave a few reviews , I don't know why this book is not doing good . Its kinda dimotivating , please motivate the author by leaving reviews !!!

He would never be anything else, not even my friend. But it was nice to pretend. Just as I could pretend my husband was someone else, I could pretend I met this man on the town. We had chemistry, so now I was in his bed, his part-time fuck buddy. I would return to my small apartment afterward and live my life, having the freedom to see him again if I wanted to. No one owned me. I was in charge of my life—my freedom. None of it was real…but it was fun to pretend.

Author's Pov Freya sighed placing her one palm over her waist and other rested on her swollen stomach as she watched the stubborn man wearing a waiter's clothes taking orders from the customers more like from his fan girls who visited the cafe almost daily just to watch the giant man cladded I a waiter's clothes serving them.