Frieza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her.

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.

She grinned before turning and walking away. "I hate that bitch," Tari spat after Antonia. "I need to go now," Freyana said, wearing her jacket. "Seriously? What's so scary about that boy, he looks like a kid," Tari said. "You thought you helped me with what you did yesterday, no, you only made it worse," Freyana reminded. "What's so terrifying about him? That the mention of his name leaves you frozen?" Tari questioned, completely oblivious to the trembling of Freyana's hand.

“I’m glad, I'm not the same anymore, Friesaa. Everything’s changed. People look at me like I’m some kind of goddess, a curse or a freak. Or both.” She touched my arm gently. “Well, they should. You did something no one else could. That’s power, babe. Don’t be ashamed of it.” I stared into her eyes, searching for judgment… but found none. Just the girl who always believed in me. Even when I didn't. Friessa looked around the class, then back at me with a smirk. “So, which one of your stepbrothers is giving you that dazed, post-apocalyptic glow now?”

I laughed as I strolled off imagining that it was Traian's body flying through those trees and splintering into bits when it hit the ground. “I'll be back for you Freya. You mark my words!”

I turned around to look at Cool when I heard an unfamiliar voice talked inside my head. But he just gave me a questioning look. 'What?' he asked with his casual and normal deep voice. Something very different from the soft but cold voice I just heard. That was a freaking woman's voice! Thoughts started running on my mind again but I was taken out of my reverie when Blaze kneeled on the floor and bowed down towards me. "I will dedicate my life and loyalty to you, Fhyra, the fated savior of the whole Narte Fantasia."

He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex. It was afternoon when we came from the run, the party arrangements were setting in. “Dreaming of finding your psychopath mate and running away” an irritating voice came from behind which I recognized immediately as my sister, Myla carnell. “ yup. Dreaming of living a life a normal being” “Psychopath”. she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair.

Blaze fretted. "That's the kind of spirit I'm looking for. I hope I did get you instead of this woman," he said and pointed to Fraise. "And this spirit couldn't wait to tear your limbs apart," Blaze responded to him. The dark lord went back to his throne and sat on it. He locked his eyes into the defenders who are not yet but soon will be suffering from deep pain. On the other hand, Fraise still couldn't move her body. She felt like her body was filled with painful bruises that continuously made her feel weak.

He kissed her hard, swallowing her moan; a slight tremor rippled through Friya's body. "I have heard that the king of Galvestone is still in mourning after he lost the war to Decreash, a tempting time to offer him our daughter… "I will not let my daughter Nafteni be handed over to an old bastard." Friya raged, but as Orain's hands kneaded her breasts again, slower this time, as if exploring new territory. Each squeeze drew a sigh; every release invited another. Friya trailed her fingers down his spine. She mapped each contour of strong, older muscle until she reached the cleft above firm buttocks. There she pressed, dragging him tighter against her core, silently spelling the word faster.

"Just think about all the income it'll bring." "Hey! If I'm forced to wear those pointy hats then I'll turn you into a frog first!" Freya looked incredibly offended at Darcia, her brows furrowed and her cheeks all puffed up. But it had a positive effect at least; our minds were no longer clogged on how to get rid of Alpha Krimson. "Jeez, woman," Darcia cringed, but his eyes still sparkled with humor. "At least I have a Princess to kiss me back to my original form."