Freya Allan Height の小説・ストーリー

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 caught up to the things around her easily and she can decide for her own, not like the other girls her age. "Freya, how old are you?" "I'm 15.” She answered me while still doing her flower crown. She’s only 15? She’s quite mature for her age, to be honest. She acts like a seventeen year old girl although she tends to have these colorful hair clips around her head and she’s always in a ponytail. If you observe her inside the house, she’s a reliable sister to her two brothers. Her cheerful personality makes her look like she’s a child but her mature side makes her look like a girl that’s becoming an adult.

Those rheumy eyes were sharp on her now, angry even and the creature towered over her and peered into her face. “You!” She hissed. “The Awaited.” Her heart pounding, Freya pulled herself to her knees and faced off with her would be killer. “You fucking cunt! What are you rattling on about when you just nearly ‘ate me’?!” Freya yelled. “I’ll flay you alive!” The monster hissed and when she pulled herself up, Freya realised she was thrice as tall as she had thought she was. “Child of darkness.” Her grating voice said ominously and a shiver ran down Freya’s spine. “You cannot be allowed to live.”

Since Allie hadn’t been able to bend his reckless way even a little, I doubted anyone else could. Allie was the opposite of me in every way. She was rather short, about 5.2" as compared to my 5.10" but her other features more than made up for it. She had a lovely chestnut brown hair and gray eyes that I envied more than anything.

I wanted to believe that she had helped me because her feelings were genuine…and at that moment, they had felt real. Freya opened the door then, almost like she had been expecting a visitor. But when she saw that I was the one on the other side, he eyes widened in surprise. "Cameron? You're up already?" She opened the door wider, revealing her attire that consisted of an oversized green hoodie and short jean shorts that reached mid thigh. My eyes momentarily travelled her body, fixated on the long, lean legs that seemed to stretch on forever. Freya wasn't very tall, about five feet four, but she was beautifully shaped. If only she hadn't starved herself to feed her brother…

She wiggled her eyebrows. "We are done with the renovations and will be reopening in the next two days, for Miguel and I it's just friendship. Besides, he's not over his late wife." She answered. "He will, once he realises what a wonderful being you are." Freya smiled at her friend as she got off the bed. She walked into the bathroom to have a relaxing bath as Jess headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them. Freya came out from her room wearing an off-shoulder white jumpsuit with no hands. It fit her body precisely in all the right areas. Her straight hair was curled, and her makeup complemented her face well.

There was next to no information on children of both witch and werewolf decent, most children took after the witch’s side. A small 4 door green hatchback was waiting by the road, Glen stood next to the car waiting for us. He had not changed a day since our last meeting. His warm brown eyes connected with mine as his smile grew “FREYA!” He ran and hugged me tight, he was much taller than myself around 6’1 so he had to bend to reach my 5’8. I laughed and returned his hug before pulling away, he was still super lean however I could see the glimpse of lean muscle forming.

Right now her face looked drawn, she had tear streaks on her face, her hair was wild as a bird nest, her eyes were sunken and had black bags around them, her nose was red and she was on a very big sweatshirt and an equally big joggers but Freya was a stunner. Freya could walk into a beauty contest with a potato sack draped around her and still own the show. Not just that, she was the warmest and kindest person that Alan knew, mischievous, daring and intelligent. Alan found himself wanting her approval, wanting her attention and her smiles for himself. “What is it?”, she asked him after a while of him staring at him. “You look like a koala”, he replied immediately. “I do not”, she gasped. “Yo

I squealed in excitement before hugging Leo. "Watching you guys hug is like watching a koala bear hug a giraffe at the zoo," Luca said and we all turned our heads to look as he took another hand full of the cereal. "Which zoos have you been to?" Blair asked. "Seriously though. You don't even reach his shoulder. You're like nipple height," he said to me. "How tall are you, Leo?" I said, looking up at him. "6 ft 8," Leo replied, looking down at me.

It was to hold at Cubana's Luxury and all the classy, rich, fun lovers would be there, including tourists who visited the city on weekends just for the sole purpose of enjoying the inexhaustible recreational activities it has to offer. Annie was a thirty three years old independent, city, young woman. She was tall as a few shorter people would describe her. In fact, she was about 5.4ft tall and weighed about fifty seven pounds. Slim, fair, chocolate skinned, and a figure to die for.