Freya Graham Novels & Stories

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.

Her mother yelled, pointing her middle finger at her. Love you mom."Freya scream, raising her phone up. Now mommy, fucker CEO you guys can begin.!!! ---- ~PRESENT~ Freya eyes stood long like she couldn't explain it. Yeah and right now her mother with the officer are already gone from the company. She rubbed her eyes, before sitting down. She's Freya for a reason, not even Avery, Anthony nor Lydia and Cole can play her game perfectly. After she successfully take down Avery with the company, she will start chasing over Anthony even if it means she killed Lydia.

Freya lowered her voice happily. “Mm.” Surprisingly, that girl admitted it openly. Freya’s astonishment was followed by delight. “Oh my gosh, I like you a lot. I’ve seen you in Queen of Poisons before. It was terrific. Your acting skills were on point and simply beautiful.” “Thank you. I’ve heard of you before too. You’re the world’s youngest top cosmetic chemist. You’re very outstanding.” Eliza smiled and looked at Freya’s face. Those two people used to be her good friends.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

She screeched, making a go at Holly with her arms raised and hands extended. As her foot came down, cracks spread up her legs until her flesh crumbled in a sea of cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown she wore had crumbled. Her arms went next, showering the earth and sinking deep into the soil.

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.

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

I don't want something like that to happen. After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Freya walked out of the house they had both walked into, and she walked up to me with a smirk on her face. "I will continue from where I stopped," I heard her say, and I felt my body freeze with shock, not knowing what to do. Freya collected the sword from the guard. I knew that there was no way I was cheating death this time, and with that, I closed my eyes, waiting impatiently for her to kill me.