Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

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.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

“Do you have a plan?” “No.” Freya said and bestowed a cold smile on her. “You are going to die, I am going to die. And we were never friends. I felt pity for how you were deserted by Aremin.” Melanie’s breath caught in her throat. “You know of that?” She asked and Freya’s lips lifted in a cold smile. “That Uther the Merciless payed Aremin a fortune to buy you as a pet? Yes.” She replied.

Avery was so damn happy as she set the team up, it just a miracle that the moment Avery was going bankrupt a single message turn her mood for good. Nobody knows him but all they knew was that his company was toping the third position in the global business in united state. But then something seems off, where's is Freya? Why is she not here acting all bossy with the staff. She turned, seeing Freya didn't even comes out from her office or was she in? Avery immediately washed that thought away as her only focus is to make the best out of this opportunity. Put that over there.”she instructed the staff that was about to diarrange the table.

said the driver, sparing me a faint smile through the rear mirror. I was stunned "Huh? Four, Black and X. Why do you all have such weird names?" I couldn't help but voice out the question even though it sounded rude. "Well, it's our work names, Master specifically named us" said Four. My mouth formed an O, no matter what the names were weird to me and kinda funny, "Okay nice knowing you, by the way I'm Avyanna" I said to only have all of them giggle, I found it disturbing because I couldn't te why they did. Did I say anything funny?.

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her

“Anyway, Mercy reminded me that my father means to sell me to the highest bidder a few months from now when the tribes meet for the Harvest Festival. So far, I’m worth roughly… six goats. I’m practically off the market. I’m not sure anyone can compete with that kind of bride price.” Freya snorts a laugh. “Speaking of Mercy.” Her eyes slide to mine as she tilts her head toward my graceful sister, who is laughing prettily as she entertains a group of our warriors. Her coy smile and fluttering eyelashes hide the sour glint to every word that leaves her lips. “Her dress is beautiful,” Freya sighs, and she’s right. She’s right, because I was the one who made it… for myself. “She’s hoping to catch

I make an excuse although it's not entirely untrue. "I don't think so." He muses briefly, "And by the way, you shouldn't be hiding such interesting things from me." "Interesting things?" I cross the table and go to him. He curls up his lips into a smile and I feel alarmed. I've understood he only shows me his smile when it's something bad for me; kind of danger alert. "I talked with Mason today in the morning and I found out Freya is now a CFO of the Howard Constructions." He says blissfully.

"And we got it. Th‌ough‍ th⁠e peace wasn't…absolute b‍ut t⁠hat's still a record for you, isn't it?‌" He let out a small, rare laugh. "Probably." He‌ pulled back just enough t‌o l‌ook me in the eyes. "Mercer is st‍ill g‌oing to try something. He’s obsessed with su‍bduing this company. He thinks he can s‍till own us because of what my father did⁠." "He doesn't realize the w‍or‍ld‌ ha⁠s moved on," I said. "And he doesn't r‍ealize you aren't y‍our fa‌ther."

Frey hummed as she combed and wash Morrigan's hair, her sweet voice singing in a beautiful chorale along with the birds at the outskirts. Morrigan sat there silently listening to Frey's lovely voice as her fingers caresses the engravements of the ring on her thumb. "Your hair is so silky, just a few washes and combing my hand just slides down along it," Frey said, enthusiasm evident in her sweet voice as she started to pat Morrigan's hair dry. Her hand slides down Morrigan's hair.