Classic Freddy Novels & Stories

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy—Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano—is three years old today. We’re surrounded by family, friends, and sugar-high toddlers, standing in a place I never thought we’d reach. Of course, the second we finish singing and Freddie blows out his candles, he immediately shoves his whole hand into the cake and shouts, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!”

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

While he spoke, Frederick observed the scene with a massive smile on his lips. Inside, a feeling of cynical triumph was beginning to relax his neck muscles. He thought with delight that, finally, he would get rid of Alessandra once and for all. That girl had been a constant nuisance that Richard had kept around to spy on him. By passing the bitch to Rusty, he cleared the board once and for all. "Rusty has twenty percent of the organization's free assets," Frederick continued, taking a short step toward the room's window. "It is more than anyone else would offer you."

He quickly crumpled the bag and shoved it into the trash, as if he were terrified I would catch a glimpse of it. He slipped off his jacket and loosened his tie, his tone as casual as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Our department had a dinner tonight. One of the interns got a full-time offer, so we stayed a little late to celebrate." He walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open. Inside was a box of cherries, which a friend had brought over a few days ago. I hadn't been able to bring myself to eat them yet. Presley reached in, pulled them out, checked the price tag, and then turned back to look at me.

I say and Frederick laughs, shaking his head. “It’s okay, you can ask as many questions as you want. I am an open book,” he says, looking at me for a split second and then at Grace through the mirror again. “Yes, I am a hockey player, well I am the best hockey player ever,” he says and Grace scrunches her nose as I look at her over my shoulder and I know what she is about to do. “My daddy is the best hockey player in the world,” she says, and then Frederick’s eyes land on me and I offer him a small smile.

Eager for revenge, Carren strangled Ruby. Jay lifted his chest, but Frederik pushed him back. "Hahaha, don't try so hard, asshole! We've been on the streets longer. We're more dangerous than you think! You see her?" Frederik pointed his head at Carren, smirking. "Carren is a baby-eating creature. She's got a lot of experience breaking older people's necks. That little girl is like a bug to her." Jay growled violently. What energy he had left was concentrated in a single headbutt. He smashed his forehead against Frederik's nose. Frederik's scream followed the crunch of broken bones as he finally disappeared from Jay's body.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

Freedom was all that mattered now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rico yelling orders to his men. He wasn’t paying attention to me—he thought I was helpless. He was wrong. With one final, desperate tug, my hands slipped free. I wasted no time untying my legs, my movements frantic but determined. My eyes darted around, and I spotted a metal rod lying on the ground nearby. I grabbed it and pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the dizziness that threatened to pull me back down.