Novel & Cerita Freya Allan Height

"And your real soldiers are locked up in jail. Do you think Diego would die for you?" I stared at her, wondering what she was talking about. "What do you mean, woman?" She smiled, seeing that she had caught mi interest and she drew closer to me on the bed. "I would tell you all you need to know," Freya smiled. Her tongues slithered as she spoke. "Then tell me now," I urged on. "Not yet," She smiled. "It's been a long day and I need a massage." She dragged the zipper of her gown down and it fell off her slender body. Her long red hair cascaded down her back and as I stared at the nude body of the new form she had taken, I felt my member harden.

The call was connected in the next second. The woman panicked and hurriedly rushed forward to grab the phone as she yelled, “Give me the phone! Give it to me! I’ll kill you if you dare to call the police!” Harmonia held the phone high. The woman was about 1.53 meters tall, and even though she was wearing high heels that were about seven to eight centimeters tall, she was still nearly ten centimeters shorter compared to Harmonia, who was 1.7 meters tall. She jumped up and down to try to reach the phone, but she looked like a clown, and it was a comical sight.

From all the girls in the hall, he had to go ask Daria's daughter. “Of course, your highness.” Daria stands up the same as her husband, and they both bow their heads in front of the Lycan king. Ariana’s father isn’t short. On the contrary, at one hundred eighty-five centimeters in height, he belongs to one of the tallest guards in the capital. Yet, in comparison with the Lycan king, he looks just like a boy. Daria is way shorter than her husband.

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…

"Oh my Goddess, Tutor Alaric, you must be absolutely exhausted!" Freya's high-pitched, fake-sweet voice echoed across the training field. I looked past Alaric's broad shoulder. She was strutting toward us, her hips swaying aggressively with every step. She held two tall glasses of ice water. She had completely changed her outfit. She was now wearing a paper-thin, tight white crop top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and tiny athletic shorts. Her green eyes were glued directly to Alaric's bare, sweat-glistening chest. She licked her glossy lips, completely ignoring my existence.

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.

“Evening Allan. Is she keeping you busy?” “Of course, you know how she’s always ten steps ahead of everyone in the room and if she wasn’t I’d be bored.” Adriana came up and gave them both big hugs. Normally, shifters were as a rule the larger beings in the room, but Adriana was an exception to the rule topping just over six feet tall in her bare feet. Which she was rarely caught in. The woman only wore high heeled boots or shoes. It didn’t matter if she was in a ball gown or sweat pants.

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

Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive." Bastian briefly stared at the bathroom before focusing his attention back on his phone call, "aren't you sweet? I think I have fallen in love with you, Freya. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Tell me about yourself." Freya laughed loudly, "of course I'm beautiful but I know you are exaggerating. However I like it, I love when people praise my beauty. So you already know my name. I'm twenty-one years old. From a wealthy family and I just finished college. I came here on vacation with my two best friends and we are all about having fun.

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.”