Freya And Zilong Novels & Stories

It slammed into the wall before shattering across the marble floor. Everything I’d spent years building… Everything was slipping through my fingers. “He touched her…” I whispered. “He actually touched her.” I yelled at the top of my voice. For three years the spell had worked perfectly. Leo couldn’t even stand being close to Freya. Every interaction between them ended in resentment. This is exactly how it was supposed to be but everything has changed.

She was all smiles, and for a few moments, she forgot all about the turmoil in her heart. They danced… with all the people that came to rejoice with them. Elena and Rosa were the life of the party. Dressed in her silk, lilac gown, Elena moved her body to the rhythm of the song. She kept pulling Freya, who was too shy to even stand up, to the dance floor. The night air and shiny moon soared above them. Orson wrapped his arms around Freya, inhaling her scent and raking his fingers through her hair. It was an unforgettable night, and they both couldn’t wait for morning to come. The day when they’d finally get married after all the hassles.

I turned to see what they were looking at and my breath hitched when I saw Freya gliding towards Ryan, a love struck smile on her face. Freya was wearing an embellished white gown that was way grander than the simple one I wore for our wedding. Her hair was pinned up with a few loose curls and her face was made up heavily, bright red lipstick on her lips. And she was standing next to my Ryan as if she belonged with him. For the first time since Freya came to the pack, I felt like I was the outsider who came between them. I was losing my Ryan to her.

Valor suggested leaning in closer to her face. Freya stared back at him, and then leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips. Valor ran one hand through her long hair, using the other to hold her back. Freya responded, leaning deeper into the kiss and running her hand along his thigh. As their kiss became deeper, Valor felt his lust for her take over his body, overwhelming him with passion. He playfully nibbled her lip, before taking her deeper and pushing his body against hers.

Hestia leaned in and with a raised brow, she asked, “Wait, how long have you and Arthur been together?” At this, Freya laughed, or giggled oh so cutely like a girl drowning in love as she answered the question. “We have actually been with each other since last year. We may not seem like it but we agreed to keep it private and lowkey. We are not fond of PDA or anything like that. And we tend to arrange private hangouts to just be with each other.” Freya continued to talk about the things she and Arthur have done during their dates and all, her eyes looking somewhere but they were both dreamy and glowing with love, her mouth smiling from ear to ear, her chin laying on her left palm which was o

Everything was so brilliant and magic as if they were in fairies’ forest. But ... even that magic sky trembled at a creepy scream of who knows what creature in this time immemorial forest. Elizabeth and Fahria sat by a small fire blowing up hot fireflies. The little stars meeting real fireflies in the air went off like long-lost stars. Jiao Long was near them too. He could be much further than them, but that’s what he wanted, to be close to the girls. Maybe he felt safer near the two girls. “I think I'll try to sleep. I'm really tired,” Elizabeth told Fahria.

One rainy evening, as thunder rolled outside, Freya stood in front of Draven, naked and vulnerable. “Marry me,” she said suddenly. “Not later. Soon. Let’s stop hiding completely.” Draven’s eyes darkened with emotion. He pulled her down onto his cock where he sat on the couch, guiding her to ride him slow and deep. “Yes,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her. “God, yes.” They came together in a promise sealed with sweat and cum and unbreakable love. The world outside was still burning. Victor’s silence. Lila’s vengeance. The shattered friendships and lost fortune.

"It was also the day Mais and I first met. You were rushing back to the dorm to catch the game, and I was the one who saw her first." Ethan let out a scoff. "So, you've liked her all these years?" "I genuinely thought of her as my cousin-in-law back then," Seth said. No further explanation was needed. 30 years of being cousins had allowed them to communicate without saying everything explicitly. Ethan kept his eyes down, frozen in silence for what felt like an eternity. Seth didn't budge, either. Only Coco sensed the chill of the night wind and pawed at Seth's hand, whining softly to go home.

With a single teardrop seeping through her closed eyelids, Freya surrendered to the pleasure, the passionate all-consuming force. As they became one, Freya's cries of pleasure mingled with Diego's whispers of affirmation. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their desire. In that moment, nothing else existed – only the love they shared, the love they had fought for, and the love that would carry them through.

Freya came to a halt and confessed just as everything was coming to a head for Tigreal. "I'm scared, I've never done anything like this before," she said, gasping. "This is my first time experiencing a woman's true embrace and love; let's make it happen," Tigreal answered as they both sunk back into the bed, coming apart in each other's arms as they clasped once again. Their tongues were entwined in desire, their breath mixed in a sloppy kiss, and they clung to each other like drowning sailors looking for something substantial to cling to.