Fifty Fifty Frederick Novels & Stories

Frederick replied while playing with a stick in between his long fingers. “ where have you been all this while ” Caleb asked his green eyes staring at Frederick who had his attention ok the stick in-between his fingers. Frederick chuckled lightly “ been at Naal city ” he answered. “ isn't that the city of the giants and giantess shapeshifters ” Caleb said. “ yeah ” “ what the hell are you doing there ” “ where am I going to start from now ” Frederick said and finally raised his head up and stared into the darkness as it was the time of the night.

I added a laugh at the end. "Where are his properties?" Frederick suddenly asked. I felt my heart skip a beat but knew exactly what to say. "He has many. Some in the opposites, some in the lower cities. But he mostly likes to stay in the lower cities for some reason. I hear that he might not be from the opposites, which is why he doesn't have a surname." Frederick looked as though he had reached enlightenment. "Of course," he said. "No wonder it's been so difficult to find him. Perhaps you can help me then," Frederick said with a bright smile on his stupid face.

I clumsily exhaled, suddenly feeling awkward about such a basic action. “Hey, what’s your take on this?” Frederick asked casually as he placed his hands on both ends of the bench. He moved closer, and I didn’t mind. I could feel the warmth of his body pressing between my legs. “We’re up by five, and I’m feeling pretty confident about my chances. We’re going out soon, I reckon.” “There’s still two innings,” Frederick said, glancing between his eyes and his lips. I accidentally bit my own lip in response. “You might end up not winning.”

He said: "Paul has worked very hard, but still has not found a lover." Seeing Erwin Wilson's words, Frederick couldn't help but laugh. Two people sometimes talk about this and sometimes talk about other things, but the atmosphere is extremely harmonious and happy. Frederick didn't expect that when he hung up the phone because of a call from Dylan Johnson, the conversation time had reached forty minutes. “Are you going to the city A in Z country, Frederick?” When Frederick Hall just picked up the phone, Dylan Johnson immediately spoke up. Frederick Hall's temples began to hurt. He put the phone away for a bit, then replied, "Yes, what do you want me to help you with?"

They rode in silence for almost five minutes before Frederick spoke up. "I am sorry" Frederick said, looking at her, Kristen thought he should not apologize, she is the one who is supposed to apologize but for what exactly? She wondered. When she did not get to say anything, Frederick placed his free hand on hers and then sighed, "The whole coming off my house thing. I wasn't trying to buy you or anything. I just hope that we can keep in touch after today" He said and looked at her. She saw the glow in his eyes.

he said, looking towards Frederick. Frederick took a deep breath and said, “I have decided to get married.” Lord Zack’s eyes widened in surprise. “Surely, my ears have not heard well,” he said. “I cannot mourn the stranger anymore, I have decided to move on,” Frederick continued. “You were right, strangers shall have no place amongst us.”

“Let’s make it 40–60.” Frederick shook his head. “It’s not my personal money, Sienna. What you’re asking is huge. Five billion isn’t something I can approve alone. If I push it, the board has to be involved.” She leaned closer, hands sliding along his shoulders. “But Fred, you’re worth so much more.” “I am,” he admitted, “but most of it is assets. The only cash I have on hand is fifty million.” Franklin chuckled. “Then congratulations. You’re richer than me. I only have ten million cash right now.”

"Take a look at the girls groveling at your feet. Why must it be someone that does not see your value?" "I don't care. I like girls that are hard to get" Frederick said. "So you don't like the ones that are ready to willingly give themselves to you?" Emily asked placing her feet on the desk, revealing her laps. Frederick smiled at this and shook his head. "I have told you before. It is Ruth I like and nothing can change that. And girls that would willingly give themselves to me. I term them as cheap, it is no fun" Frederick said and stood up, pushing her foot down.

Fredrick never misses a chance to protect his legacy, even if it means entertaining an old rival like me. I lean forward slightly, my elbows resting on the arms of the chair, and meet his gaze head-on. “Fredrick, I’ll cut to the chase. Do you want Christine dead?” The question hangs in the air. I watch his face closely, searching for any crack in his composure. His eyes narrow, and for a moment, I see it, a flicker of temptation, as if he wanted it too but does not know how to admit it. He leans back, his fingers steepling under his chin, and I know I’ve struck a nerve. “That’s a bold question, Francis,” he says. “You know damn well we’re not on the same side anymore. Not after you snatched

Vincenzo answered. “You can't tell me you don't find her attractive." Frederick said. I waited for a reply but there was complete silence. “Alright you don't have to answer that but… you never got back to me. That night of the business dinner?” Frederick said and my heart skipped a beat. He knows?! That's his best friend of course he should know. I didn't even hear Vincenzo's reply. He probably nodded. “So I owe you 1000$ for opening her legs. Damn!” Fred said laughing, Wait.. he raised a bet over me?