Frey Got Novels & Stories

“Do you really think I have time to shave? I can’t even reach down there right now!” Adrian also snapped at Zia’s assistant, but Zia explained, “Freya has thick hair. I can already see her head.” “Oh.” Riley and Adrian said it at the same time. “One more push, Riley. You can do it!” Zia encouraged. “Agghh!” Riley gave it her all while Adrian consistently encouraged her. Finally, Freya’s loud cry echoed in the room. Adrian’s relief washed over him as he said, “Riley, Freya is out! You did it, Hun. You did it!”

Concern layered over curiosity. Freya leaned back slightly, exhaling. “I didn’t mean for that,” she murmured. Her eyes lingered on a news clip thumbnail showing Wendy being wheeled into the ambulance. Xander beside her. Greg in the background. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad. For the first time since all of this had started, something felt off. A loud sound cut through the quiet. Freya froze. Another one followed. She frowned, pushing herself up from the floor. “What was that?”

Greg got the message, because he didn't say anything after. My eyes began to itch. I could tell the tears were gathering up fast. Just in that moment, Freddy walked in. He had some branded club t-shirt on and a duffel bag strapped across his chest. His blonde hair looked damp and disheveled — carefree like he had always been. He walked casually to the dining table, settling into one of the chairs like he couldn't see any of us, his eyes scanning the content of the table — through every plate and glass until they fell on mine.

It was as though it did not even exist. I could not even stand. Amelia could have paralyzed me with that kick. That realization wiped away the last bit of affection I had for her. She knew the history of my back injury, and it could not afford to be hurt. I struggled as I used my fingers to pull her phone out of her pocket. I twisted her fingers hard. While she yelped in pain, I pushed her away and quickly opened my bank statement using her phone. While looking at everyone with bloodshot eyes, I yelled, “Do you see it clearly?! I have less than 10,000 dollars in my account balance!”

Although they had cut all ties with each other after yesterday's slap, Frederick still didn't want Priscilla to get the wrong idea about him. Frederick sighed in relief. He decided to go buy medicine from somewhere else to cure Tyger's illness. "Farewell, Mr. Scott and Ms. Scott." Quinny blocked Frederick's way. "Stop calling me 'Ms. Scott.' I have a name, and it's Quinny. What's yours?" The two of them met purely by coincidence, so Frederick didn't know why Quinny stopped him. "I'm Frederick York." Quinny nodded and asked, "You said that my Grandpa's sick because he lost a kidney, didn't you? Are you a doctor?"

He pointed out, "It responded to my call the minute I called out to it." Freya felt her cheek heat up in shame at why her body kept betraying her. "Lies." She still refused to admit. Griffin smirked at the stubbornness. "Let's confirm." He said and her eyes widened. "Griffin stop!" She began to yell, but there was no one around and no one could hear her. Griffin pushed her dress up and it bunched around her waist. He then shifted her panties to the side, still holding her protesting figure. Freya cried out loud the moment his hand touched her down there.

A fate worse than death. The presence of the rest of the gang alerted me, and I snickered as I heard their stomping footfalls. Denzel barely stood on his own and blood oozed from his cuts and injury. Frey must have figured out a way to destroy the gargoyles before it annihilated them. Frey crumbled in front of Logan’s unconscious body and shook him violently, calling out to him. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. “What have you done to him?” Frey said and rose to her feet.

"Freya will be an amazing pack doctor, but she mentioned getting professional training at one point. I think Earl's nephew was a surgeon before he took leave to come here. Maybe you can convince Freya to work with him and learn what she can while he's visiting." Greyson shook his head with a smile, seeing right through me and that I was up to no good. Freya would get mad at me for my meddling, but I would deal with her wrath later. Or maybe there would be no wrath if everything worked out between them the way I thought it might.

she said softly, but her voice wavered slightly, betraying her uncertainty. Xavier crossed his arms. “It’s fine, but just… be careful.” Freya nodded, keeping the small box close to her chest. “Did you see the way she apologized?” she asked quietly. Xavier nodded slightly. “I saw.” “She even gave me a gift,” Freya said, almost to herself. “This is the first time someone has given me a gift.” Xavier looked at her for a moment and whispered something in his mind, how I wish she really knew the person she's smiling with.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.