Classic Freddy Novels & Stories

It was a message from Alex. [The wind looks great tomorrow. Do you want to go skydiving? Let's jump from the peak and into the sunrise.] I looked at the screen and smiled. The Alpha King of the northern territory had just freed me from all rules, and the wind of the southern territory was about to carry me into the sky.

Very far from the bible's setting, but near enough to teleport back and forth when needed. "I brought these tarot cards online last week, and they just arrived yesterday. Wanna play?" Frey took out a box of large cards with colorful pictures on them. Frey loves creepy things. Horror, the occult, and voodoos. Lucky me, I guess. I found a best friend that is not hard to talk to when it comes to family. "Those are not toys. Plus, I really can't read." I told her while slurping my white pasta. Her pale complexion compliments her hair. She's built larger than me so her freckles stood out on her chubby cheeks.

Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face. Arthur was the biggest of them all with a super muscular body and a big beard but he certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Freddie was the most passionate about the job. He would do whatever he was ordered to do and he could shoot. That made him the perfect cop. Cody was the smartest. He knew his way around tech and computers. He was five foot five with a skinny build. He was the only dark skinned man among them. “What’s the status?” Wade asked Cody, ignoring the childish banter. Cody looked back briefly before going back into the computer screen.

“What do you like? Sarah, or types like Cindy?” Chester narrowed his eyes coldly. Rodney understood Chester well and knew that he was getting angry. As such, he quickly said, “Freya, cut the cr*p. Maybe Eliza is an artiste in Chester’s company, so Chester knows her a little better. Besides, your status isn’t ordinary now. Many people will deliberately try to curry favor with you. You have to be a little wary.” Freya found his words ear-piercing. “Thank you for your reminder. Although I don’t have many friends, I know what kind of friends I do have. At the very least, since I was young, I have never made any mistake except for befriending Cindy.”

Freeda is with the vampire named Klyde inside her new bedroom. He was surprised by Klyde's sudden appearance. "How did you get in here?!" Freeda asked as she pointed the vase at Klyde. "I'm a vampire, I can appear anywhere I want," Klyde replied to him so Freeda was confused. She doesn't want to believe it because he's just saying madness. "Tsk! I'm not crazy Klyde! What vampire are you talking about, are you on drugs?!" dictated by Freeda but Klyde grinned, making fun of her. "I might be," Klyde chuckles. "You need to calm down, I won't do anything that can harm you," Klyde said and took some food in the refrigerator. "Oh! I like this milk!" he said happily and Freeda just look at what he's

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the chaos.” Freddy grinned. “We’re not chaos. We’re fun.” “You’re dangerous,” I teased, ruffling his hair. “You will do big things one day.” He puffed out his chest like a mini alpha. “One day.” Ayla did tell me about Freddy wanted to practice his magic, and I was on her side, anything that would make him happy was alright. He was born with an angelic heart and that was all that mattered. Ayla just shook her head, amused. “You created this monster.”

“So, really, I'm fine with ninjas delivering donuts anytime.” Freddie chuckled. “I think there's a business idea there.” “Was there really an option for clowns?” I asked. “Yes.” Freddie nodded. “I must say I really hope I'm invited to a wedding again soon.” I laughed, thinking of a posse of clowns showing up to a wedding reception. “You really are a troublemaker, aren't you?” “I like to make people laugh,” Freddie replied with a shrug. “Everyone in my family is so serious. It's all politics and manners and being proper. My mother says it's my way of rebellion.”

I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. “It’s OK,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I started to cry again into his chest; thoughts of Richard being hurt earlier flooded my brain. Freddie was tall for his age; he was ten, the same as Richard. They were best friends, and had been since we moved in four years ago. He had chocolate brown hair, which he usually spiked up with too much gel, and light blue eyes that were like windows to his soul. When Richard looked at you it made you feel like you could fly.

CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird.

he responds, still smiling. Freddie looks at the pack house and whistles. “Nice place. Better than the crappy place they make me stay in back home. Want to show me around?” Freddie asked. “I’m sorry. Should we not wait for your dad?” I asked Freddie. “Dad?” He looked confused. “You know the Council Member.” Freddie snickers. “That would be me.” I’m shocked. I always thought Council Members were old grumpy men who wear suits to work and take life too seriously. But Freddie is the total opposite. He’s young, trendy and friendly.