Freya's ex had cheated on her a day before her interview and Kylie decided they should go out and at the club Freya meets Malachi not knowing he's a ceo and sleeps with him the next day she finds out he will be her boss What will she do?

Everyone thinks they know who the songs on Freya's *Stardust* EP are about. Fans online have theories. Clips. Lyric breakdowns. But they're only half right. After finishing the first leg of her tour, Freya escapes to the quiet chalet where most of the album was written-an album filled with late-night lyrics, hidden anger, and a song called "Golden Boy" that no one seems to understand. Because the truth is simple. Every song is about **Malachi Barton**. The same boy who acts like nothing between them ever changed. The same boy who's suddenly at the center of rumors with **Malia Baker**. Freya tells herself she doesn't care. She tells herself the songs were just songs. But when filming for **Zombies 5** brings them all to the same place-same set, same cast, same unresolved tension-the lines between lyrics and reality start to blur. Because Malachi has no idea the songs are about him. And Freya isn't sure what will happen first: him figuring it out... or her finally admitting the truth she tried to hide between the music. In a world of spotlights, rumors, and songs that say too much- some secrets were never meant to be heard.

"You can be the most beautiful red and still not be enough if his favorite color is pink" Hello everyone! I would like to clarify this completely fictional. None of it is real. If you don't like it, don't read it. I changed some of their personality traits. So please don't hate the real people based on this. Don't take this as a hate or an excuse to hate them. I just used my imagination. I just had a idea... so I have no idea where the storyline leads yet. TW: I will skip spicy parts because it's disrespectful. But there might be some more described scenes. Might also contain alcohol, nicotine or mental health problems. Ages of some people might be changed in this story. I take all the rights for this story as mine. I created this story just by my imagination and creativity. #Fralachi #KylieCentrall #Malachibarton #Freyaskye #dating #fiction

'ʙɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ' 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒆 moved back to London after being away for a year on an exchange trip. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏 told himself it was easier to forget her. She is just a normal girl. He is one of the biggest names in the industry. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 . The big question was.... 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐄 writes songs that cut deeper than knives. Her debut tour is sold out across America, thousands of fans screaming lyrics that were never meant for them to hear. Lyrics about heartbreak. Betrayal. The boy who shattered her. The boy she somehow still loves. Every night she steps on stage and turns their history into music. And every night, someone is forced to listen. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 knows exactly which songs are about him. He knows the lines the crowd screams the loudest. He knows the stories hidden between the verses. And he knows that loving Freya means standing beside the girl who turned his worst mistakes into the most beautiful songs in the world. But loving her doesn't mean it's easy. From long flights across oceans to quiet hotel rooms at two in the morning, Freya and Malachi are learning something neither of them expected: Healing isn't loud like a concert crowd. Sometimes it's soft. Sometimes it's messy. And sometimes it looks like two people trying to find their way back to each other... one song at a time. A story about love, forgiveness, fame, and the quiet moments that matter more than the stage lights.

READ THE FIRST BOOK BEFORE THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS BOOK ALSO HAS SMUT UNLIKE THE OTHER ONE! smut is marked with a warning sign.

--- Freya Skye Jones moves to California with a secret no one knows-she has six months left to live. Determined to spend her remaining time chasing the life she always dreamed of, she finds comfort in the ocean, the sun, and the quiet beauty of starting over. What she doesn't expect is Malachi Barton. Drawn together by chance and held together by moments that feel too perfect to be temporary, Freya and Malachi fall into a love that feels infinite-until the truth threatens to tear it apart. As time slips away and hearts grow heavier, Malachi must face the cruel reality that some loves arrive not to last forever, but to change us forever. ---

A figure skater (Freya) and a hockey player (Malachi) are forced to share rink time for summer training. They clash at first, but slowly learn each other's rhythms, both on and off the ice. They are forced to work on multiple duets together. Freya has things to deal with. Her mom and dad constantly being hard on. She had a minor injury she doesn't tell anyone about, not even her best friend. But she has to be perfect. For her parents. Her coach. The judges. Mainly herself.

Four parents, two families, one estate... and only one bed. Freya and Malachi have been "almost" something for as long as they can remember. They've mastered the art of the talking stage while navigating the politics of a royal merger. But as the countdown to their twentieth year begins, the teasing remarks are turning into heated silences. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement. A command from the throne. But how do you stay just "friends" with the person who shares your moonlight?

❱ THE BLURB. ❰ ⋆ ⚡︎ ⋆ Five years. Two rings. One nursery. And a city full of secrets. To the students of Woodsboro High, Freya Skye and Malachi Barton are the definition of "having it all." They are the heirs to a multi-billion dollar empire, the parents to a beautiful daughter, and the untouchable royalty of the upper class. They have the penthouse, the power, and the perfect alibi. But when the sun goes down and the Halloween moon rises, the designer silk comes off and the white plastic masks go on. They aren't just the golden couple. They are the Ghostface haunting the nightmares of everyone they know. With McKenna and Mason keeping the cameras on a loop and the babies fast asleep, the game is simple: keep the legacy alive and the body count rising. No one suspects the teenagers with the stroller. No one hears the screams from the top floor. And as long as they have each other, the blood stays on their hands-and the world stays at their feet. "We aren't just playing a role, Malachi. We're running the show." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━