Freya Allan Feet Novels & Stories

I stated. The Fayte’s have bigger feet. Only little Delilah could fit into the flats I’d given her. “I can’t wear these.” Crista frowned. “Looks like you and I got big feet.” Persephone smiled, shrugging as she wiggled her bare toes on the carpet.

They kept walking for minutes, and Freya was silently regretting the heels she’d opted for instead of the sandals that had been her first choice. Her feet were killing her, but the anticipation she held was stronger than any pain threatening to drown her. “Almost there?” “Be patient.” He muttered curtly, still guiding her. Orson smiled quietly, his feet walking carefully behind her. She was growing curious with every step, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction by the time they’d gotten to their destination. Three minutes passed, and unfamiliar voices filtered into Freya’s ears. She heard greetings from the people as they walked in, and she responded with a cheerful smile.

I wanted to see exactly how my supposed fated mate, handled a desperate Omega throwing herself at him. Freya took another step forward. She bit her glossy lower lip, staring up at Alaric through her thick fake eyelashes. "Here," she cooed, holding out the glass. Then, she put her pathetic little act into motion. Her high heel caught on a invisible tree root. "Oh!" she gasped, a rehearsed, delicate little squeak. Her knees buckled. She let go of the water glasses. They shattered on the ground, splashing ice everywhere. Freya threw her arms up, throwing her entire body weight forward, aiming straight for Alaric’s broad, naked chest.

Most people rumored that she was a goddess found in the body of a girl. Freya ran at the fullest speed possible for any human and got to Ariel. She stood with her eyes fixed on the floor, panting. She wore a blue, worn-out, and oversized gown. Wounds around her head and throat. Her feet were bare and numerous bruises that had turned into purple scars covered them. "You pig!" Ariel smacked Freya across the face. "How could you allow me to wake up and meet all this dirt? Now I am going to have a bad day," she whined.

"Are you crazy, Jacob? You think I'm going to agree to what you want to happen?" Freya laughed and said as she tried to break free from being tied to the bed. She was lying on a soft bed with her hands and feet tied tightly. "Remove these ties from my body! When I get out of here, I will really charge you with kidnapping!" she shouted furiously.

I demonstrated how to operate the catalogue. The holo-Freya was now wearing a dark green bodysuit made of some shimmery material. It had a sweetheart neckline, and its sleeves of black lace clung to her toned limbs, providing a contrast to her bare legs. I turned the image around to show her the back—an intricate lace pattern that covered just enough skin. There was a matching coat, too, where everything was black lace except for the arms, and trimmed with fine green and gold fur. To finish the look, I had chosen six-inch platform ankle boots and a flower-shaped pink pearl hairclip. It was edgy, just like Freya’s personality, but the lace and pearls softened and refined it.

I clip. Curled up on her bay window I finally take her in. Freya looks beautiful. The yellow compliments her hazel eyes beautifully. Her chestnut brown hair comes down in voluminous waves all the way to her hip. The yellow ball gown clings to her waist and flairs down elegantly. There's an assortment of gems and diamonds on the bodice and skirt accentuating the already gorgeous gown. Freya is a goddess and the Alpha would be stupid not to pick her... if he could get past the fact she's bat shit crazy.

She looks up and pauses to examine me, "I don't think we've met before, right?" "Uh, yeah, I'm Freya, I'm new here," I say, fixing myself. She is so beautiful. She's a few inches taller, with bright blonde hair and light brown eyes. Her voice is soft, and her body looks like every model I've ever photographed in a swimsuit. It has me checking out the way I look in the window's reflection. My hair is a mess, and my clothes are the pajamas I put on for bed, which are now all scratched up and covered in dirt and pine needles.

Freya lowered her eyes again, fingers tightening unconsciously around the chains at her wrists. “He’s going to get himself killed.” Kaelan stared at her carefully after that. And suddenly understood something important. She loved him too. Maybe not fully. Maybe not consciously. But enough. Before either of them could speak again, pain suddenly tore through Freya’s chest hard enough to make her gasp. Silver light flashed beneath her skin instantly. Kaelan pushed away from the wall. “Freya?” Another memory crashed into her before she could answer. Warm sunlight spilled across enormous gardens while Lealla sat barefoot beside a fountain eating stolen fruit she absolutely was not supposed to hav

"I heard my companion twisted her ankle, so I was going to check." Aaron's eyes narrowed dangerously. I didn't know what was wrong with him. After explaining, I turned again. Just as I was about to walk inside, my steps halted. I stood frozen, staring at Freya in her racing suit. The outfit was striking—red and white design highlighting her slender waist, beautiful shoulders, and long hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful. My heart pounded violently, my wolf stirring with interest. "Miss Snow, have you changed?" I managed to ask.