Freya And Zilong Novels & Stories

She struggled to keep her excitement under control with her tail wagging. “I’ve noticed that you like me Claire, but you’re right you still have your life ahead of you. I like you too. I just wasn’t sure if you liked me back and I didn’t want things to be too awkward because one of us didn't feel the same way.” He thought about his answer before replying. I really like Claire probably since they were brought here as a ransom for food. Gabriel pondered then finally made his mind up to forget tradition. “Yes, I want to be your life mate Claire. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” His tail wagging, he licked

he growled, the gold in his eyes shining with a supernatural light. With millimeter precision, Cedrik sank his fangs into Freya's soft skin. She let out a cry that was half pain and half absolute ecstasy. His blood mingled with hers in the moment of the bite, and a shockwave coursed through the sacred bond. Freya felt Cedrik's mind open to hers; she saw his memories, felt his ancestral loneliness, and finally, the overwhelming light that she herself had brought into his life. The mark of eternity was being etched not just on her skin, but in her spirit.

This meeting could be my fork in the road moment. “Phillipe! I love this song!” interrupted Freya. She gave me a quick look up and down, her brown curls bouncing and dark eyes gleaming with happiness. She took Phillipe’s hand in hers. I watched as his face creased up in a scowl. Purple irises glowing there was no other way to describe it, he was pissed at Freya. His mate. The one he had sworn to adore for all eternity just hours ago. For the first time, I saw his slender, businesslike character rumpled as he shook his head, made his excuses, and followed his petite mate onto the dance floor.

CHAPTER 6: A Fresh Start Freya's POV The cold-blooded bastard Lobo materialized in the corridor, flanked by a phalanx of soldiers and his favorite whore Lupa. "Alpha Silas, honestly, you shouldn't be here interfering in my family affairs." Lobo, his hands locked at his sides, stared at Silas and spat arrogantly. Silas grinned, grasping my hand and haughtily tilting his chin as he looked at Lobo. "Whether you agree with it, Freya Brown is my destined partner. She's coming along with me."

“Wait. Did you have sex with the guy? Was he that hot that you gave your V-card the same night?” “Sex?” That surely awoke Freya. “I didn’t even meet him!” With Freya’s eyes wide open, she could clearly see herself in the video call. She realized the misunderstanding. She was wearing a man’s shirt, one side of it sliding off her shoulder. “What do you mean?” Charlie asked. “The guy’s flight got canceled,” Freya revealed. Ever since she started dating in Freedonia, she had updated her younger sister about it, so she was also aware of Mr. Lenard.

Zi Lanying smiled as she pulled on Long Chen's ear quite hard. "Ouch! I'm kidding, I mean it to your fans. Not you fairy! Oh, pretty fairy my ears are getting longer if you keep pulling them." Long Chen replied with a pitiful look. Zi Lanying chuckled at Long Chen's silly behavior. He removed his hand from Long Chen's ear and hugged the man in front of him happily. Long Chen also returned Zi Lanying's hug with a gentle smile on his face. The couple hugged for quite a while until it got dark and the two of them slept in that treehouse for the last time. Because they both didn't know when they could sleep like this after tomorrow appeared.

I could see the golden light of the bond as I looked into Freya’s blue eyes, watching a single tear slide down her cheeks. Wiping it away with my fingers, I brought my lips down on hers as I started moving my hips in and out. It was an experience beyond description. I didn’t even know how I had survived so long without a taste of her. But in the end, it had all been worth it. I had Freya in my arms and we were finally mated to each other, our minds in sync. “Cameron! Faster…” her husky, pleasure drenched voice reached my ears and I complied, increasing my pace as she had asked.

I press them together to hold back my tears, still a few tears roll down my cheeks. "Is there any problem, kid?" The priest looks at me in suspicion. I slowly shake my head and compose myself. "Say your pledge. People are waiting." He asks. I look back at Rafe, "I, Freya Howard take you, Rafael Eastmond to be my Hus-sband..." Rafe stares back at me, his eyes are devoid of emotions. I'm losing him. I'm losing my best friend. We will never be like we used to be. He will despise me for the rest of our lives.

"Shall we?" As they walked into the dining room, Zendaya gasped at the sight before her. Marceaux had spared no expense in creating a romantic atmosphere, complete with candlelight, rose petals, and a stunning view of the city skyline. They had a happy dinner and even drank some wine that she started feeling dizzy then something weird happened, she began to notice the way Marceaux looked at her was so weird and all the warmth and love she saw in his eyes suddenly vanished replaced with a cold glare, she gasped and was surprised then he walked up to her and grabbed her to his chest forcefully and kissed her madly and the wine and desire got into her head that she couldn't resist; by the time

“What are you doing?” He smiled. “Something I should have done a long time ago.” He lifted our joined hands. “My people.” His voice carried across the courtyard. “I want you to meet someone.” Everyone became completely silent. “This is Freya.” He looked at me. “My fiancée and the woman who will one day stand beside me as Luna of Westridge.” The crowd erupted. Cheers filled the courtyard. Someone shouted, “Welcome home, Freya!” Another voice called, “We’re happy to have you!”