Jennifer Frey Writer Novels & Stories

It would only make her embarrassed if Jennie thought her lazy. "Freya? Are you sick?" Jennie asked. Hers assistant looked so tired. However Freya quickly shook her head. She refuted the chairwoman's question. "No, chairwoman. I'm fine," she replied. Jennie reviewed her beautiful smile. "Thank God if you're okay. Because I want to give you an assignment," said Jennie. She then gave what she was carrying to Freya. Meanwhile Freya stared at the document presented by Jennie in confusion. However, she still received the document with the green cover.

“Is it true you funded the investigation into Darla’s past?” “Freya, do you have any words for the young women watching this?” I instinctively pulled Freya a little closer to my side, shielding her from the reporters that were practically tripping over one another. Her hand slid into mine without hesitation. I felt her grip tighten not out of fear, but a steady kind of strength. That was one of the million things I admired about her. No matter what she’d gone through, Freya didn’t flinch. I scanned the crowd and found who I was looking for… Lisa Palmer. A solid, principled journalist from The Global Herald. We’d worked with her team before. She was direct, never messy, never exploitative. I

“That was different—” “How?” I cut in, my voice low but unrelenting. “Because she was your daughter-in-law? Because you assumed I’d never challenge the double standard?” Alexander stepped forward. “Because she was vetted. Because she at least had credentials.” “Freya has credentials,” I said. “She’s got more practical insight into human behavior than anyone on our executive team. She’s already saved us from two potential PR disasters. And more importantly, I trust her.” “You trust her,” he repeated, like it was a disease.

Not forgotten, exactly. But when life had room for good things, there was no reason to dig up the one terrible memory buried beneath them. It was better to treat it like a dream. She had already woken up. She had no interest in returning to it. Oscar still treated her well. That was enough. Writing, however, proved to be a serious problem. Freya had never imagined it could be so difficult. She knew several celebrity signatures, each with its own style, all flowing strokes and confident flourishes full of personality.

I did love Freya as a friend and as my future Luna, but both she and Cameron were always trying to baby me just because I haven’t found my mate yet and it was seriously starting to bother me nowadays. “Ugh! Don’t ask!” Frey rolled her eyes in frustration. “My book and my blog are like polar opposites! On one hand, I’m writing about this sweet college girl who ends up mated to a narcissistic Alpha and on the other, I’m writing about women’s safety tip while travelling alone in the countryside.” “Wow…busy girl.” I mused, taking slow sips of my coffee in between mouthful of bacon sandwiches. “Are you okay, Alex?” Freya finally asked the dreaded question.

I need to write a non-exclusive book and publish it on other platforms. CAN’T I WRITE FREYA’S STORY AS A NON-EXCLUSIVE BOOK? No, I can’t. Freya’s character is tied to an exclusive book, which means her story can only be written as an exclusive for Goodnovel. SO, WHAT’S NEXT? I’ll be preparing to write a non-exclusive book that will still be available on Goodnovel. After that, I’ll return to write Freya’s story. As for when? I don’t have a specific timeline yet—but a promise is a promise, and I’ll definitely come back to it.

Juana poked her head in. “Lassa, Mr. Frey is here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment. Shall I let him in?” “Mr. Frey?” Thalassa and Luisa exchanged glances. Mr. Frey was her private investigator. He had helped her over the years by discovering Linda's business plans. His help was part of how she had gradually been able to bankrupt Linda’s company. He was also assisting her in investigating the supposed suicides of the women linked to Clark.

Until her order arrived, she kept on typing on her keyboard and by how she was focused on what she is typing with one hand drinking her frappe and feeding her the cheesecake and the other still continuously typing on her keyboard: she looked like a writer— a bubbly writer in the eyes of the other customers inside the cafe. But, is she really here just to pretend as a writer? At first, no, she was here to confirm her suspicions about a certain senior cheerleader of the La Florence Academy in which were gone by now as she saw how the senior cheerleader acted and it could not possibly be that Freya harbours any dark matter inside her. Still, this does not hinder Hestia into completing her other

Freya asked, looking interested. "Problems with artists or employees will not make people boycott our products. However, they will boycott all Greenlake products if we support terrorism or genocide." Freya opened her mouth in amazement. "You really know your stuff." "Honey, I became CEO for three years, not without reason. After all, I know Jennifer Dunn very well. She is a grumpy person who prioritizes emotions. Her move this time really makes it seem like she's committing suicide." Freya scrolled through Jennifer's videos and found no other strange posts. Just the usual videos accompanied by snippets of famous songs, including Lars and Elena's. Until...

I did love Freya as a friend and as my future Luna, but both she and Cameron were always trying to baby me just because I haven't found my mate yet and it was seriously starting to bother me nowadays. "Ugh! Don't ask!" Frey rolled her eyes in frustration. "My book and my blog are like polar opposites! On one hand, I'm writing about this sweet college girl who ends up mated to a narcissistic Alpha and on the other, I'm writing about women's safety tip while travelling alone in the countryside." "Wow…busy girl." I mused, taking slow sips of my coffee in between mouthful of bacon sandwiches. "Are you okay, Alex?" Freya finally asked the dreaded question.