Classic Freddy Novels & Stories

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.

He laughed and sit in front of my desk, he laced his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Some of the babies had been harassing me. Shocking, with these handsome features I know. I should've known better. Just tell Charlie and Darla to back off a little okay, oh... and what's his name, Harold? yes, also Harold. He seemed to think I'm all for one and one for all kind of guy." He explained his issues, making me laugh at him. Francois is our professional photographer. He had been making our girls and boys personal portfolio photos for years now. He's the best. He could make all the photos look so sinful, and made them looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time.

"Have a drink with me. What’s your name?” “It’s Shawty.” “No last name?” She shook her head. Frederick chuckled and tried to suppress the large laugher that was coming out of his mouth. She looked at him with disgust. “I’m sorry but where I’m from, the United States, Shawty is kind of like slang and you don’t fit the definition.” “What do you mean?” she asked. She never really liked Americans, she always found them rude and abrasive but this one seemed very mellow. “For one, you aren’t that short.” He laughed. He stood up and began circling her slowly then he stayed behind her and placed his chin on her head while wrapping his hands around her, his inhibitions were weakened by aphrodisiac.

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”