Free Man Writer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t have time for this.” Finally, he dropped his hand from the wall, took a step back, and gave Freya space to leave. He didn’t look at me again as he walked away. But I knew his type. He’d be back. Situations like this never ended in just one night. Predators like him didn’t stop until they had what they wanted. Freya stayed silent until the man disappeared around the corner. Then she turned to me. “You’re an idiot,” she said flatly.

“Freya, you have to understand. I was doing this for us. You and me. I was going to take money from her and…” She stopped his stupid speech with a slap. I exclaimed with a smile at the sight. Allen glared, and I shrugged, the smile still plastered on my face. “This is all your fault." I grabbed his finger that was pointed at me and pressed on it until he winced in pain and bent over. "Don't you dare do this again," I muttered. I let go, pushing him back just enough to have him stumble over. “I was with you for five years; I know you aren't as artistic as that script would suggest. Who is the real writer of the script…”

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

And the blood is stratospherical. Addicting. Groaning, I push my hair back, leaning further into my chair. “And of course, I have to be bonded to one. If I wasn’t already fighting enough with my family. Leaving my coven to get away from them, only to find myself lusting after a golden-retriever man.” He didn’t notice me the first time I saw him. It was just a stupid coincidence as I was hanging out in some shabby mechanic’s shop. Gilda would call it destiny.

My body was too heavy, too sated, too thoroughly rewritten by the hours he had spent inside it. Outside the glass the sky had begun to pale. Inside the locked room the richest man in the city held the woman the system kept trying to steal, and for the first time since the blue light had dragged me back, the future felt less like a threat and more like a sentence we had finally started writing together—ink still wet, ending still unwritten, and neither of us willing to put the pen down. I closed my eyes. His arm stayed locked around my waist. And the door stayed locked.

Still, oh God, it worked! “But be warned, cara. I will not sleep with you until you accept my deal." My eyes trail his thighs; his erection lies hidden well in his pants, but the outline looks too unnatural to be anything but that. "The deal for me to be your pet?" “Sì… I will free you after we tire of each other. It is not permanent do not fear." He uses someone's gate to make a turn, and before long, we are back on the highway. 'I will free you.'

I explained and he smiled. "You are a Badass, you never ceize to amaze me, I love you much and will do that forever, let's just forget about the part and focus on the presence, shall we?" He stated and i nod my head affirmatively pecking his cheeks "I need to go clean up, I am looking so bloody" I whispered in my ears and he chuckled. Few minutes later... AUTHORESS POV Freya came out from the bathroom on towel, Noah gulped down nothing in his throat, despite the fact that she became so thin, She still has that good body.

"Now give me your name." "Wil Hayasa." "Okay, Wil Hayasa." I held his face with both of my hands and stared wildly at him. "Let me tell you one thing. This should be in one of your published books on the secrets of the elites. Your rumor mongering radar has picked up fake news. Maverick Fuentebella is not in any way romantically involved with that girl, you get it? That man over there is my man, okay? I'm the only woman he's waiting for and no one else but me. He said he is willing to take any risk for me. Now who would say that other than my man?"

This of course made the knife that the woman was winning over to injure the hand of the hug. Feel it, get sap, right? The fake soul of the author rebelled. "Gosh," Helwi said when he saw that the man's arm was injured. When he raised his face it turned out that it was Jimmy, who immediately grimaced. Helwi was confused about what he should do, help or better leave the place. Still very warm memories of last night when Jimmy tried to harass him. luckily she could still save herself, otherwise no one would know what would happen to the woman.