Female Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, please, I’d like to know if you have seen a young lady here a couple of days ago?” “Sorry sir, I do not understand you… a lot of women lodge in here frequently.” “Of course, I knew that.” Freddy nearly rose his voice and licked his lips before continuing in a small cool voice. “I will only give you some description, maybe you can catch up. She is a bit short, brown hair, hazel eyes, sort of white skin, pink lips, a tiny shaped figure, also scared of elevators?” Freddy made stupid descriptions only to embarrass himself leaving the hotel receptionist blank.

His eyes transformed, shifting from their usual sea green-blue to the vibrant electric aqua of the creature. "He failed to appear," Frederick's words were filled with such intense frustration that I couldn't believe he hadn't lost his composure. "I desired to be the individual who brought about his demise." "You actually went?" I couldn't say that I was surprised, but I had hoped that he would come to his senses and realize that this was nothing but a trivial matter. Gray had a rebellious streak, and that was his defining characteristic. "Are you surprised he didn't show up? I wouldn't want to engage in a conflict with you either, Frederick."

She danced through the chaos, her movements fluid and precise, her fangs and claws striking with deadly accuracy. Freya, torn between her lost memories and her allegiance to the Dark Moon's Pack, fought with a mix of confusion and strength. Her once-golden fur now adorned with streaks of silver, she stood as a symbol of both strength and prowess. Her purple eyes blazed with a fierce resolve as she faced her former allies, her fangs and paws slashing through the chaos with a hint of hesitation.

“Most women come back with less clothes on when I’m around.” “I’m not like most women.” “I see, and something tells me you rather enjoy being different. I’m right, aren’t I?” I swallow hard, wrapping my robe tight around my body. What a loaded question. “Yeah. I do. Being normal is overrated.” I sink down on the couch, and Binx jumps up in my lap. Freya, a gray tabby, circles the couch, giving Lucas the stink eye, and Pandora, an orange-white-and-black calico sits on the bottom stair, growling.

Thane’s claw slashed into his father’s neck. He was vibrating, almost like he couldn’t stand on his feet, and then he switched into his wolf form. Slade was quick to switch, too. But I could tell which wolf was Thane; he was bigger, bigger than any wolf I had ever seen, with pure black fur and golden eyes that glittered. I retreated until I was against the wall. Freya lay unmoving on the ground; the only sign that she was still alive was the slight movement of her chest. I reached for her, dragging her against the wall too.

Freya’s pov I thrashed in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. The golden-eyed man barely reacted, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist, a silent reminder that my strength was nothing compared to his. He was tall—too tall—and his presence was suffocating. The moment his strong hand touched my skin, a shiver of horror ran down my spine “Let go of me!” I hissed, twisting in his grasp as my feet scraped against the cold stone floor of the dimly lit auction house

“Where.” Kris answered fast. “Halden House. The atrium. Cameras live there all day. Business people, society people, reporters pretending they’re not reporters.” Winnie frowned. “That’s a lot.” Freeda swung her legs off the bed. “He told the world we were still committed while I was asleep. That’s a lot.” Scott looked at her. “No touching.” Freeda glanced at him. “No touching.” “Understood,” Scott said. By two thirty, Freeda was dressed. She wore a black dress, her hair in a ponytail, and no jewelry that meant anything. Winnie fussed with her collar, as if she were angry with the fabric.

Gatsby half yelled. "Stop overacting Gatsby. You talk as if the molls you always have sex with, are not someone's sisters" Freya said with a hiss, frowning her face. "Don't tell me he...." "Stop going overboard Gatsby and don't worry, your sister is still a virgin, I'm might be annoying but that doesn't mean, I'm like other molls like Braxton or Spooky. I am not a loose woman Gatsby" Freya said and Gatsby smiles, hearing that from her.

Freddy, the chief editor of the magzine says to her thus putting a break on our eye lock. I look away and she resumes walking towards me. Her scent is getting stronger. She stops right beside me and I automatically snake my hand around her waist and pull her closer. She stiffens under my touch but doesn't show it on her face. "Freddy and the team, meet my beautiful wife, Rain Blackwood." I proudly introduce her to them. Freddy grins ear to ear as he stretches his hand out for her,"It's our pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Blackwood. You look more beautiful and sexy from close up look." He says and kisses her knuckle.

until I looked at him and saw his mischievous smirk, the dark glint in his eyes as he rubbed his palms together. Uh-oh. I glanced at Dylan his eyes were cold and fixed on Freddie, his expression unreadable. "I've got just one request," Freddie drawled, grinning. "An easy one at that-" "Yes? What is it?" Dylan cut in, sounding slightly impatient. "Give Dylan a lap dance," Freddie said. My eyes widened instantly. My jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!" I gasped, utterly gobsmacked. "Yes! He's your husband. Makes it even easier," Gwen chimed in, grinning like a lunatic.