Romans & histoires Frieren Crossover Fanfiction

Third Person POV Freya couldn't believe it. She cursed several times in her mind. Her gaze got sharper. It felt like it was lined with blades. Her lips twisted into a sneer. It made her pretty face look ugly. Kylie was lying. She was a damn liar. They had been in a real relationship! Before Freya could think of what to say next, Merilyn suddenly spoke again. "Freya," Merilyn said, her tone hardening. "If I remember correctly, you came from one of the farthest packs just to be here. Didn't you?"

Ariel's lips trailed down Freya’s boob, sucking on her nipples while she moaned below her. At the same time, Ariel’s fingers were in Freya’s fold, going in and out of her swiftly. The next second, Freya reached her climax and her head rolled back in pleasure. “You are so creamy,” Ariel uttered and then licked her fingers which made Fraya smile. “I have a delicious plan to make Donovan marry you,” Freya uttered, getting off the bed.

"He's already dead. I can't even reach him now. Because I was truly trying with all my strength to send summoning thoughts to Vraxlon. Trying to invoke him, trying to bring him back with all his strength. But there was only silence. He wasn't there anymore. As much as my attempts focused on the sudden understanding that he was now part of the creatures of Purgatory. He didn't seem to listen to me anymore. Not least because Purgatory was not an infernal territory, it would not answer me. And the angelic power I stole from the sin of laziness did not seem to me to be powerful enough to search for that strange territory. But I knew I would dedicate myself to looking for him every second. That I

He flung the papers at me, cutting me short. "I don't want to hear any other thing from your mouth." I sobbed as I got back up to my feet holding my documents. "I didn't say you could stand up bitch. Crawl out." Freya smirked. I refused to listen to her and tried to run out but she caught up with me and shoved me to the floor. "I said crawl!" "Lay a finger on my fiance again and I will ruin you and everyone who knows you." The cold scary voice came from the door.

Freya smiled snuggling her face in his chest making him sigh in relief and happiness. He found the family he wasn't able to have, no! He and Freya created the family they both couldn't have. Their family. THE END. ____________________________________ So, the journey from unwanted to the one and only wanted her ended today. I am not sure if I Will update the bonus chapters but this is the official ending. I know rhe journey was bittersweet, so hopefully you guys liked it. My next story will be coming in December, "Intoxicated Vengeance " story of love, obsession, hate and revenge. So stay tuned to follow the new story.

Freya shuttered and couldn't breathe properly, she tried to push his body but he was pinning her half-nude body and half coat lying on the office table like melting ice cream. "Scream my name and make everyone know not only in the office but the whole world that you belong to me," He bites on her nape and sucks it harder. Please please try my new book and help me to reach 50k views.Drop your comments, likes and gems,

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.

I may have accepted who and what I am but that didn’t mean I needed to like it. Not giving away any other information Freya stomped up the stairs only the moment her enlarged elongated fingers touched the handle, we were blown backwards. Digging her feet into the ground we came to a holt as a cloud of dust surrounded us. Freya muttered something under her breath but was too quiet for me to hear. Taking a deep breath, I watched as Freya launched herself back at the door only this time her hands disappeared. Our body began to heat as yellow electric ran up her arms before suddenly a blue dome appeared and disintegrated.

Dante began, the icicles he called irises still focused on his phone screen. Freya's eyes rolled inside their sockets as her knees threatened to buckle. Was she going to have to deal with this sin in the form of a man? Or, quit and run away. After all, she accepted the idea of moving to another city just to escape any possibility of having to deal with him or her past.

Freya's cries pierced through the air, filling me with a rush of urgency. With a swift transformation back into my human form, I made my way up the stairs, guided by the sound of Freya's cries. With each step I took, the scent of her distress grew stronger, mingling with the familiar aroma that was uniquely hers. I could hear her voice, filled with agony and longing, calling out to me, begging for relief from the burning pain between her legs. The urgency of her pleas pushed me forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached the door to my bedroom. Without hesitation, I pushed it open and stepped inside, my eyes spotting her in bed.