Frey Got Novels & Stories

“I told you not to sign a single thing without talking to me first.” “I texted you,” Norah replied slowly. “Seriously? Texting is not talking, Norah.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leone started coming towards them, frowning at Freddie’s patronizing attitude. Yari stopped him with a hand on his chest and came forward with his own extended. “I’m Yari Gritti. And you are?” “I’m Freddie Newell. Norah’s brother.” He bit the words off. Step, she almost added, but Freddie was still talking.

Rhys mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. I smiled, then patted him on his head. “That’s why you are my best friend.” Rhys scoffed. A minute later. Freya walked in, her eyes fixed on the clipboard on her hand. I instantly rushed to her side, and cleared my throat. “Hey Freya.” I greeted, extending my palm for a handshake. “I just checked the details of the car I repaired. I didn’t make any mistakes on it, so please leave.” She said casually. She didn’t respond to my greeting, nor did she accept my handshake. She just kept staring at the clipboard, then she turned to walk away.

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

Garrick said coldly, walking around his daughter in circles. "Their kind killed your mother, and this is the best you could become? I'm not proud of you" Freya's head jerked up, her heart plummeting at her father's harsh words towards her. "Maybe luring wolves into traps is all you would ever be good for. Someday, I won't be here and you will have to fight for yourself." Freya has had enough. She was tired of always being viewed as the weakling in the hunters' team. She believed she wasn't weak. Her compassion and empathy was what differentiate her from other hunters, but now, she was ready. She would prove to her father that she's no weakling. Lucian, who had been staring at a corner in t

Just remember that you are a worthless being that needed to be taught a lesson. The words flowed from my mind and slipped into hers. Her eyes cleared up and a slow nod was the only indication I got from her. I backed up away from her, and she looked down at the ground, slightly confused before shaking it off and walking through the door and down the hallway. A round of applause caused me to tense, and I spun around to find Queen Fara’s son, Elijah, leaning against the stone wall. “Well done, that was one hell of a breakup.” He said as he pushed off the surface and smirked over at me.

Charlotte paused in her orange-peeling motion, lifting her head to glance at Freddie. "What?" Why did it seem as if he were blaming her, telling her not to bother Griffith? Freddie avoided her gaze, his youthful and attractive visage remaining devoid of emotion. His eyes drifted past her, landing on a servant preparing to ascend the stairs. "Young Master." "Where's that headed?" "To Mr. Griffith's study." Freddie extended his hand. "Hand it over." "Of course." The servant complied without hesitation, surrendering the tray.

Freddie was looking in the right direction. Not at her. Not yet. But closer than he had ever been before. She got up. She had work to do. ---

"Thanks, Ana. You always have the answers to everything. I love you so much." "I love you too, bestie," Anastasia whispered, patting her back. "Now, go change your world. Go seduce your billionaire and get those files. Your mum is counting on you." Freya stood up straight, adjusted Darlington's jacket, and took a deep breath. She felt a new flame of determination burning in her chest. She wasn't just a victim anymore. She was a woman with a plan. She walked out of the pharmacy and headed straight for the black SUV where Kelvin was still waiting, his eyes narrowed as he watched her approach. She didn't look down. She didn't look scared. She smiled at him—a real, confident smile that made him

“It'll be fine. I'm sure they're just happy to see me back in country.” He didn't say it like he believed it. He sounded like he was trying to convince me that the apocalypse wouldn't be so bad. That there were going to be perks of a hellfire landscape. I looked down at my shoes, trying very hard not to panic or cry. The last thing I needed was to leave the store with streaky mascara and blotchy skin. “Hey, Zoey.” Freddie's voice was light and friendly. I didn't look up. Suddenly, his face filled my vision. He was down on his knees, looking up at me with a playful smile.

the other guard greeted me, as he emerged from the basement yawning his head off. “Hi Brad,” I greeted him back. He glanced over at Trent and shook his head. “How the hell is he so cheery? I always finish a shift feeling like death warmed up,” he said in confusion. I shrugged and laughed as I watched him drag himself towards the kitchen. I took in a deep breath and prepared myself for my descent into the basement. I was hoping that today would be the day that she woke up, but as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the all too familiar sight greeted me. Freya laid motionless in her bed, while Mason sat asleep in a chair beside her, and he was cradling her hand.