Sousou No Frieren Novels & Stories

Perfect Husband can handle this one. Kenneth groaned softly and leaned back against the couch. “Okay,” he sighed. “Just a little.” He ordered it from the resort, and minutes later, a basket of freshly cooked french fries arrived. Freya’s eyes lit up. She grabbed a fry and took a bite. Then she frowned. Kenneth immediately noticed. “It’s not right.” She took another bite and explained, “It’s crispy… but it’s not the right kind of crispy.” Kenneth waited patiently, hearing her out.

“You want anything here, just help yourself. Feel at home. We want you to be comfortable here, don’t we, Max?” Max sighed, eyes heavy as they met mine. “Yes, yes.” He tipped his head towards Soren. “He’s a free spirit, man. Soren is all about ambience, and communication, and…” He reached behind him and jabbed at some weird grill like contraption. “…shrivelled up tofu crackers. He’s quite the hippy.” “Dehydrated,” Soren groaned. “They’re dehydrated.” “Whereas I’m a little more direct. I like to be direct.”

Ehann snarled at the man. “I- I find her interesting. She was talking to the big guy over there in the Lux…” Eon looked at the man who couldn't finish his story because he was trembling so much. “Ehann put Mr. Frio in one of our industrial freezers in the sub-basement since his name suggests he likes the cold.” “No — no, please! Don’t do that!” he crawled on the dusty floor in a poor attempt to grab Eon’s leg. But Ehann kicked him in the face. “Then talk, you filthy dog!”

“What the hell is happening?” My eyes widen while Queen Fara chuckles beside me and splashes a bit of water at me. “It’s saying hello.” Her genuine smile was wide as she looked down at the gentle waves, and I could see that she didn’t seem to fear it at all. I eased back down and hesitantly stuck my hand back into the water, I tried my best to welcome the tingles, which soon had turned into swift coolness that courses through me. I smiled at the feeling. Maybe she was right.

"Do you know the sound of a pig being slaughtered?", Frey asked and scooped the soup into his mouth. "I think I head one tonight. Couldn't sleep because of the squealing." Some heads nodded approvingly. Frey hopefully made puppy-eyes at the girl by his side "C'mon, Lady Kathrine, let's look for the corpse. It might still be out there!" He always had the weirdest hobbies. Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom.

But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death? As the discussions raged on, another revelation surfaced. Someone claimed that Kenneth had done this for the woman he loved, that he had frozen me to death just to make room for his true beloved. Kenneth was furious as he read through the online posts. He snapped pictures of the accounts and the slanderous comments, sending them all to his secretary. "I hope you're not the one stirring up trouble behind my back!" His secretary only replied with an exasperated emoji and said nothing else.

Freya. Vincenzo's men had already gathered at the underground, waiting for him to show up. The hacker's were busily searching through the systems to find Olsen's location. Vincenzo had another of his hackers searching for Freya but it turns out that there was no identity related to the name. "Sir, I have Olsen's location. He's hiding in a three bedroom apartment in Greenville." Vincenzo exhaled in relief. Finally, he has gotten to the end of this.

"Or we admit this isn't working and negotiate return to Victor." "That's not an option." "It might have to be. Pride doesn't feed people, Maya. At some point, survival trumps principle." "Not yet. Not while there are still other options." Maya pulled out maps. "There. The town of Phoenicia. Twenty miles north. Pre-freeze population was 300. If even a fraction survived, there might be a community there. Or at least stores and supplies we can salvage." "Twenty miles through frozen mountains with minimal supplies. That's a full expedition."

I muttered. “The carrots aren’t that bad.” She popped one into her mouth with a grin. “It’s not the food,” I sighed, but my eyes drifted right back across the hall. To his table. Soren sat there like the world belonged to him. Beside him, the boy from yesterday who was apparently not bulling Freya —Dylan. Freya said his was Soren beta, His shadow. “Then…” Freya leaned closer, curiosity written all over her face. “Do you like Soren?”

… Six months later … “Here you go” Sofia handed her a glass of juice and a plate of snacks, she sat on the couch beside her and rubs her really visible bump. “Thank you” she sniffed the snack then scrunch her nose as she looks at Sofia who frowned at what she did. “Did you make this with fish?” she asks. “No?” Audriana’s brow rose and she shrugged “Maybe there was some fish seasoning added but there isn’t much of that inside,” she says.