Novel & Cerita Frey Got

Wyatt was thunderstruck. "What? Wasn't Garo supposed to kill Frederick? Why did he bring him back? What’s that useless trash up to?" "Hehe! Hey, Gallager Partriatch, cursing someone behind their backs isn't a good look!" Garo strode in with Frederick in tow. Frederick smiled politely and said, "Ah, members of the Gallagher family, nice to see you again! I did say that this debt wouldn't go unpaid." Seeing Frederick completely unharmed, Wyatt shuddered involuntarily. "Garo, you old fart! You turned against me! Didn't I treat you well enough?!"

Freya learnt the secret to motherhood, knowing what and what not to do when a baby cries. ********* As the days gracefully passed by, their days in Florida slowly came to an end. Freya gifted Mrs Gracie with extra money aside from that Vincenzo had given to her. Freya, knowing what to do, and how to do it, felt reluctant on how to continue her life with her kids.

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

Axton asked and Kent chuckled. "Sorry Axton, not like she's gonna do anything about it anyways, but I really want you to have a happy memory today, since your dad and sister died on your 15th birthday party" Kent said, and Axton looks at Kent. *** Gatsby was on his phone, when Freya enters his room, and he smiles on seeing her. "Freya what brings you here?" He asked smiling. Freya sitted on the bed, pouting her lips. "I can't find Ace, Gatby" She said with a sad face.

I was safe. A knock shattered my reverie as I looked to the door. I picked up the nearest weapon, which was a stick broom. As I tightened my grip, I was going to smash whoever was there. The knock came again as I slowly slid by the wall, getting close to the door. “Who is it?” I asked, my tone coming off rougher than expected, as there was a person clearing their throat there. “It’s me. Zac.” I frowned. What the hell did he want? I slowly opened the door, still holding the broom, as his eyes flicked up to me and then to my weapon. He smiled. “Freya, you’re safe.”

Griffin replied, pulling Zaylee's tiny hand and rushing off before the guards sent by her father found her. Dicky sighed and smiled; this wasn't the first or second time he had dealt with the mess made by his best friend; how stupid! He accepted it with an open heart and finished everything well. Once they had gotten into the car, Zaylee pushed away Griffin's grip. Griffin chuckled at Zaylee's attitude, which seemed to disgust him. In his heart, the man cheered because Zaylee finally fell into his trap. "Let's get married!" Griffin invited, stepping on the gas pedal of his car and leaving his company.

Taking aim, I lifted the axe high— "Sophie!" Zachary's voice burned with fury, as if he was unsatisfied at me being impertinent enough to go against his death sentence. Practically roaring, he ordered, "Put that down right now! Who gave you permission to do this?!"

he congratulated which made Freya smile a thank you in response. His full attention was channelled towards us now, “she should rest up, I've increased the drip, it should finish any time now. The nurses would put her on the last one then she can be discharged,” he explained. “Are you sure? If she's not fit—-” “He's the doctor, not you Oslo,” Freya said sharply, plastering a fake smile that was nothing but apparent. Gary smiled, “she's fine, her Wolf has sped up her recovery, the last drip is just to be too careful,” Gary explained warmly. Why was he so nice?

I couldn’t. I took an inhale, and muttered, “I don’t know. But I just know you can’t have them both.” The door opened, and Freya came in. “You’re already here,” she said, then her eyes drifted to Gerard. “And who might this handsome man be?” I rolled my eyes. “This Gerard, my friends.” “Nice to meet you.” Freya smiled, stretching out her hand. “So you're the friend who blew up his phone yesterday.”

"Jackson, what should I do? Jacob can’t see Yael!" Freya said as she walked back and forth in front of Jackson's car. "Papa is playing a game. I think, he strongly suspects that Yael is really his grandson," Jackson said while sitting on the hood of his car. He scratched his palm. "Why did not I find out the names and appearances of your relatives?" Freya sighed. "What's wrong with this year? It's not a rainy season but why are the Grays popping up in my life like mushrooms?” She ruffled her hair.