Freya Allan Hot Novels & Stories

Because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like myself, I feel sexy, I feel like a woman and he isn't going to rain on my parade. “If I were you brother, I would think long and hard about how you answer that question.” I hear Freya say from the other end of the hallway, she just stepped out of her room and she looks amazing. She has on a skintight black leather jumpsuit and she's put her hair up in a high ponytail and she also has minimal make up on but there's a bold red lipstick on her lips. “I was going to say you look amazing Lena.” Leo finally says but I'm pretty sure that wasn't going to be his first response.

(while trying to mass upload, I accidentally uploaded the chapters without chapter 048(it has been uploaded, sorry for the confusion), I understand that this might have made you confused but I hope you can merge this to it. I'm really really terribly sorry and thank you for not giving up on Freya, Alan and Eliza's story. I also thank you for understanding in advance lovies!")

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.

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

Freya “I can’t guarantee that it will work, but I will do everything I can to get you out of here with me.” Cali uttered from her cage once the room was empty, and I offered a small smile, if money was truly all these guys cared about then there was a chance it would work, or at least it would if there was even the smallest shred of honour in the men, but I doubted it, I wasn’t holding out much hope, that was for sure.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

8 Years Later... Allisya Mireya Samudra, who is usually called Reya, is now 16 years old. She is living his days as a student at a Senior High School at a well-known private school, a school that has smart students in every academic field and subject. One of them is Reya, the girl always managed to win first place in modeling competitions. She looks like a grown woman if she is stylish and walks the catwalk, but without everyone knowing that is not a desire in her heart. She did all of that because of a man she still loves unluckily.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Smoke's POV She's hot when she's scared, she's hot when she's fighting back, she's hot doing anything. My hand is still wrapped around her throat and she's still struggling to get free. "Let's make a deal Iris". Her name sounds so nice to say. "You give me a kiss, I let go of you. Deal?" "Over my dead body. I'd rather die than kiss a maniac like you". Ouch that hurts, well not really. I like her.

You look beautiful. I smile back. You do too. Her glossy dark curls and espresso-brown eyes are a vibrant contrast to my wavy brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. I eye Freya's outfit. She's wearing a plunging red halter top and skin-tight leather pants that highlight all of her curves. I arch a brow at the pants. I dont know much about sex clubs, but I assumed the easier the access, the better. She laughs. True. But I'm not planning on giving anyone access tonight.