Freiza Novels & Stories

After the announcement everyone rushed out towards the notice boards and all the students were going wild. Within a minute or two a guy stood on one of the tables in the cafeteria. "So guys finally the wait is over. We are having sports, outsiders and outer teams are allowed, the list of sports is on the notice board. I'm Sebastian, the in-charge of participation forms and selection. Enrol your names and games to me. Y'all have two days to decide. And for new students, do participate because Sports Mania is the best time of the whole year in university. Good day!" He ended his speech and people already started rushing to that blond guy.

Arthur snapped out of his trance and replied then returned to his game. Freya, on the other hand, became a statue at one of her photoshoots. “Nice, just stay still and a couple more shoots and we are done.” the photographer said as she took some pictures of Freya sporting a summer fashion clothing for a new line of fashion clothing of Prada. “And… we are done.” the photographer said but Freya still remained like a statue and did not dare to move. She was completely still.

We arrive at Letty’s in his matte black Audi e-tron GT it's his favorite car to drive. I stare at the house that is booming with loud music. My hands start sweating due to nervously; I'm not sure about this all the rich kids are nothing but snooty. I don't know how Zen turned out to be so different.

Guest Profile Mix-up “Yes, we are,” Kenneth replied, his eyes narrowing. “Are you—” Crisanto gulped, seemingly catching on. “Are you acquainted with the King of Freedonia, Mr. Wright?” “Yes, I am,” Kenneth said plainly. Crisanto gasped. Panic flashed across his face. He turned around, as if wanting to run back to the front desk lobby, but he glanced back at Freya and Kenneth. “We’re not making anything up, Crisanto,” Freya said calmly. “We can prove exactly who we are. My husband holds a diplomatic passport in Freedonia. Mine is still in the works.”

It would be a surprise. - Two days later, I was back in the city I hadn't seen in years. On my way to Chandler's house in a cab, I sent him a message. [Where are you right now?] Two hours later, his black cat avatar buzzed and replied, [At home.] I couldn't help but smile as I typed back, [Guess where I am right now?] Chandler's reply was, [I guess... you're in Dewbrook?] [Wrong. I'm home! Get ready for me!]

The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.