Freiza Novels & Stories

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

The thought almost made me smile. I took advantage of the silence to open my laptop, forcing my attention onto the screen. I had a shipping manifest to review alongside an audit of our offshore shell companies. Millions of dollars hung in the balance of a few keystrokes, yet the text on the screen was beginning to blur. Because she was in my space. The scent of her—sweet vanilla mixed with the smoky air of the club—was filling the leather interior of the car, clouding my focus. Every time she shifted, the slight rustle of her clothes drew my eyes.

[Free pass for letting Bianca hurt Jenna: 1 remaining] [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset. This was how he chose to use the final free pass. My pain could wait. Her needs had to come first. I did not demand an explanation like I would have before, nor did I ask when he planned to return the ring. I picked up the hand cream and tucked it away in the back of the drawer. “Okay,” I said calmly. The next afternoon, I received a payment confirmation text from the salon. The appointment note had been changed to, [Urgent use for Bianca’s trial shift.]

“Cara, you are twenty-five minutes late for you shift.” The chastising voice of my father could be heard as soon as I walked through the door of Lorenzos. The convenience store and local market had been in my family for three generations now. The business had slowly been decreasing in the last twelve years. My father was not worried however, Clintons Port was a small town but my papa had always said that, someday, small business would make a comeback. I just prayed that the family could hold out till then.

Tiffany held up a revealing black object for me to inspect, I can feel her excitement intensifying each time she found an item she deemed to look good on me. In disbelief, I looked at her and winced as I pick up the items she chose. "How on earth do you keep finding those things in stores that are supposed to be family-friendly?" "This is exactly why they're called family stores," she said, smiling. "These lovely little objects help people increase the size of their family."

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

I asked hoping I would get lucky, and it would be something that I could handle. “Oh, well that’s not a problem.” She stated looking up as Damian and Roman reached the table with drinks in hands. “Damian, can we borrow your card tomorrow? Freya is in desperate need of a new wardrobe and some girl time.” She asked and I opened my mouth to object but didn’t quite get the word out in time. “Sure.” He answered taking his seat as though it was nothing to hand over control of your bank account to someone else. I paused in my objection and let out a breath, maybe this was another one of those custom differences.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

"Get in." I turned and looked at the man strangely, but I did not move. He smiled, showing a row of white teeth. For some reason, he looked comforting. "Don't be afraid. I'm the captain in charge of your case. My name is Ethan Smith. Your feet have been bleeding this whole time. Get in. I'll give you a ride." I got into the jeep. Only after I sat down did I feel the sharp pain shooting through my feet. That was when I realized the bottom of my feet were already covered in wounds.

i say "one day i hope to pay you back, or pay it forward. its people like you that help me keep my faith in humanity, Thanks again" "Stay safe, keep your awareness and be careful who you accept a ride from." he sounds gruff but smiles at me, i give him a wave and exit the truck, making my way back over to the tables where we met, its a bit cool and i open my bag to retrieve my hoody, to discover a bottle of water, a can of coke, a bag of lollies, a pack of cigarettes and $20, "for breakfast. be safe little one, until we meet again." the note says.