Freya Allan Feet Novels & Stories

His appearance could be scary even though he has a good physique. He was in deep thoughts as his gaze seemed to be fixated on the moon. His arms were crossed back. After some minutes, a sly smile appeared on his lips. Freya was seated on the floor. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders as her eyes darted across the room which was empty. There was no furniture in the room, only a bed with a foam laying on it. She was putting on one heel. She was dragged roughly to this room and had lost one of her heels in the process.

Freya muttered, brushing off the concern. "What?! Maya dared to touch you?!" Freja’s eyes blazed with fury. "I'm fine, Freja. Nothing serious happened," Freya insisted, but Freja wasn't convinced. "Nothing?!" Freja said incredulously. "You’re limping, and you look like you’ve been through hell! How dare that woman lay a hand on you?!" "I only fractured my ankle, and it’s already healing," Freya said firmly, her tone silencing Freja's protests. "There’s no need to worry. Just help me to my room, please."

As if grasping at the last straw, Lupa shouted as fast as she could, "Freya ! Don't you want to get Freya back? I can help you! " My footsteps paused involuntarily, and the figure of Freya came to mind. Since she left the Nightfall Pack, she has become more and more attractive to me. Not only showing excellent design talent but also performing well at every alliance meeting. She seems to be more mature than before when she danced at the jewelry show that day. Her hair had become longer and draped seductively behind her, and her mysterious chocolate-colored eyes had a touch of flamboyant confidence and sexiness that she did not have before.

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

She’s smiling, which is… fuck… intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected. She’s wearing a leather skirt that hits her mid-thigh and a matching top that shows off her midriff. She’s fucking jacked, honestly. She’s a very small woman, maybe Kenna’s height, but leanly muscled like she’s in constant movement throughout the day, which I wholeheartedly believe. “Her friend,” Andrew says with a nudge to my ribs. “Who the hell is her friend?” “That’s Freya,” Jacob whispers on my otherside. “Don’t get your hopes up, man. She’s an elder’s daughter too.”

I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back. Then a malicious voice rang out. "An animal should act like an animal. Crawl." I froze. Looking at Anna's expressionless face, I gritted my teeth and was about to crawl out as the grief and anger filled me. Anna suddenly roared, "Enough!"

Freya chuckled, placing her hand on his shoulder and showing her piece of attitude. Angelina stares at her from head to toe—she wore a white coloured skirt that barely covered her thighs. She has short hair and held an expensive bag in her hand. No doubt, she is a messy b*tch, lol! "I’m curious—do you have free time?" Freya stepped closer to him. "What do you have to do with his free time, you bitch?" "Quietly run away from here, or else I’ll fry you in oil." Angelina gritted her teeth while muttering against her boiled blood.

I looked at Freya’s feet until I noticed my face approaching it and my mouth touching the bridge of her feet. “What the hell? What are you doing!?” I looked up at Freya full of wonder. “You’re embarrassing me. My gosh!” “But you said...” “What did I say?” Freya asked, laughing. “I just ask you what you can do.” Freya said, shaking her head then standing up. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Lance what stupid thing you can do just to save your worthless marriage.” She said then left in front of me. “I still need to disinfect my foot.”

Freya Allan crossed her arms over chest and she had the same look of hatred in her eyes. I stood there numb.

I watched her for a while as she sat with her eyes closed and shifted on occasion in the cramped space, she was probably in one of the smallest cages there was in the room. “Freya, do you know why we are here? What do they want?” “I think they take us to sell us as slaves.” I uttered, that seemed to be the general rule, except for me. That one I still hadn’t quite figured out. “What?” The girl asked seeming horrified at the thought, and who could blame her. But still she stayed calm, didn’t panic, or scream and I scrunched my eyes in thought as I studied her. She was well dressed in smart clothes, not the kind of thing a rogue would wear and with the exception of the blood on her face, she w