Frey Got Novels & Stories

You'll enjoy this momma, I promise," She said. "Get off me biych, the drink I gave you wasn't poisoned, I knew Freya isn't stupid to trust you, the drink is just something to our next big plan," i said. Obviously Freya wasn't stupid enough to accept the drink Gracie gave her, even if she did, she wouldn't drink it. I've been running my mafia territory for years now, I'm not a fool not to calculate things. "What do you mean? I don't understand, " Gracie asked.

"Finley, where are you headed? We can drop you off later." Finley grinned and replied, "No need, you guys should head back soon; it's getting late." "Very well then, let's stay in touch when we find the time." After Finley left, Freya handed me a piece of gum and asked, "Want some?" I tensed my face, declining the offer while speaking in a low voice, "Could you explain how you and Finley originally met?" Freya's hand twitched, and she responded faintly, "Didn't I already tell you? We happened to meet each other."

But before then, Freya had always made sure that her phone is always safe though it was let with little battery life. Although Frank had been very mean to her for the past few weeks they've been together and there was no doubt about it that he weren't pleased with Freya living with them. Gwen on the other hand, though she is very nice and appears to be very easy in the eyes, yet her attitude towards her recent time had drastically changed from being nice into nasty, and with a lot of puzzles which seems to piss off Freya. Freya could barely tell whether or not if she was compromising with Frank these days.

Gideon said sadly. "But that business is important to you, Gideon, and I saw how hard you work to build properly and be placed in the top ranks of businesses here in New York," Freya promised. Gideon gave a nod. "You're right, so I'm not going to let Grimo take what should be mine," he said solemnly. Freya took Gideon's hand. "I'm just here to help you." Gideon looked at Freya's hand and slowly removed it.

Greg said when he suddenly turned and saw Lucas. "Lucas" he stood up quickly and walked towards him "you are here already?" He asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question. Lucas nodded. He looked past them at Freddie Grayson who lay unconscious on the bed. He glanced at Freya expressionless and didn't feel obligated to her anymore. "Hi Freya" he mumbled, his hands in his pants pocket. He doesn't know if he was right or not, but he saw a flush of guilt on her face when she saw him.

"Keep dreaming. You know exactly what you did. She left you, and you deserved it." The two clashed violently, both hellbent on killing the other. Fangs tore into throats, drawing blood within seconds. One of Grayson's ears was ripped clean off. This was a hospital, not some fighting pit. So naturally, Grayson's outburst there immediately caught Floyd's attention. After hearing the situation, Floyd said firmly, "Freya's about to become my chief healer. I'm not letting you take her back. And we all saw what Vidar's done for her. She belongs with him. Stop holding on to her. It's her choice to make."

I looked at Frey beside but her chair is empty. “Looking for your best friend?” I looked at the front and saw Mr. Gregory holding expressionless Frey by her neck. Mr. Gregory has wings with black feathers. His nails look like claws and his teeth are sharp with fangs. I stood up in a panic. But the moment I stood up and ready to lunge at him, my body froze half movement. “Frey!” I shouted.

“Oh! I totally didn't see you there. My apolo—” “I know you saw me, my Lady,” Karen replied sharply. “I'm not as stupid as you think.“ Freya bit her lips to hide her shame at being caught, and she thought of what to say to drive the unpleasant awkwardness. “They are really good—the warriors,” she said at last. “Yeah, they are. I trained them myself.“ She replied matter-of-factly. At that moment, one of the men stopped and looked at their direction with a look of frustration on his face.

He mutters against my hair as he hugs me. I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso. I bury my face against his chest and breathe in his cologne. How can someone smell this good. " Thanks Gray. Freddie is an ass , yes. But sometimes I can't watch him get hurt. Despite everything that happened , I still can't forget the other Freddie. The one who looked out for me. Please don't hurt him. Even if he tries to talk to me again , please don't ever hurt him , I'm begging you Gray."

We hadn’t known each other long, but in those board meetings and behind-the-scenes discussions, I’d watched him watch me the way the notes at a housewarming quietly collect in the corners—unnoticed until you suddenly realize they were always there. “Good morning,” I replied, and for a moment my voice sounded fuller than I’d expected. Brandon placed a hand on my upper arm. “Dad, this is Freya—my wife. Gerald glanced at him, then back to me, and nodded again. “My pleasure.” Then he directed us both to his side. “Kyle and I were just going over some recent correspondence.” He tapped the folder in his hand. “Word is, things have shifted upward—we’ll be seeing a bit more of each other.”