Five Days At Freddy's Novels & Stories

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.

While they were walking towards the cab at the Port, they both spotted me and were instantly blown away by my 'extraordinary' beauty. Huh! They both wanted to approach me but kind of had a little fight over who would make the first move between them. Flex brought up a stupid idea of betting on who would get me first. The first thirty days, Ramon would court me. The remaining thirty days, it would be Flex's turn. And in the 60 Days, one of them would have won me! That was the agreement. Boys are so stupid! And because I was not the first girl they have done that to, Flex took a photo of me and labeled it "5". Well, I am the fifth girl but the FIRST girl to pick Ramon.

Kaira day at work was very boring and stress ful Frederick always make sure he called her into his office every few hours she doesn't know why he is doing this maybe he is just trying to revenge on what she did to him five years ago but it never her fault that she have to leave she did it for their child. Through out her time at work he didn't smile at her or compliment her he just keep a straight face like he has never knew her before. He didn't speak any word to her like she is some kind of stranger to him. Immediately she closed from work she board a cab and went back home she is having a date with Drake today and she is not going to disappoint him even when she is not in a good mood. Few

"Alpha, I don't think you're using a wheelchair very often today. Are your legs feeling painful? "I ask with concern.I know that the boss left his wheelchair at the company gate after returning from the celebrity concert today and angrily walked into the office, venting his anger. Freddy pushes Stephen and me away, looking cold and speaking faintly, "I'm fine." "Freddy, let's go drink! We will order some of your favorite fried chicken and chips to eat." Stephen grabs Freddy's arm again warmly.

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

I reached for the throw blanket. “You really think I wouldn’t notice someone lifting me?” came her voice, low and groggy. I jumped a little. Freya cracked one eye open. “I’ve been in a mafia house for more than forty-eight hours. My senses are heightened.” I stared. She yawned, then stretched like a sleepy cat. “Also, you’re not that subtle.” I blinked, then grinned. “Noted.” There was a pause. Then she sat up suddenly. “I want chicken.”

"You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you thought was waiting for you, died five years ago." I paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "Funny thing is, he could’ve lived. You remember those dozen missed calls right before I disappeared?" Aiden’s face drained of color. His lips trembled. He stared at me as if he were staring at a ghost. I remained calm. Time had dulled the pain and made my voice still. "I was in a car accident. A bad one. They rushed me into surgery, and I needed a next-of-kin to sign off. I kept calling you over and over. But you never picked up.

Rain or shine—even when he passed out from kneeling three days straight—I never spared him a single glance. He no longer had anything to do with me. So, Andrew could forget about using self-harm to guilt me into giving in. I didn't feel sorry for him. I just thought that he was out of his mind. Ultimately, we called the police. This kind of harassment deserved to be dealt with by the werewolf authorities. Andrew was detained for seven days, and I finally had some peace. Just when I thought he'd finally given up and left, I found out that he'd rented the house next door.

She raised her phone and recorded everything, making sure to capture every detail of my condition. My consciousness began to blur. Through the haze, I saw the satisfaction etched across her face. I forced the words out. "You smashed my headphones, stole my laptop, and dragged people here to torture me." I asked hoarsely, "All of this is because of 5 bucks?" Ronda snorted, her voice cold. "Yes, 5 bucks. You made me uncomfortable, so you pay for it. I told you you'd regret it." I nearly laughed. "I made you uncomfortable?"

Freya/Freddie's pov I’m sitting in the locker room, staring at my phone’s black screen, trying to wrap my head around what just happened on the ice. I passed their test, actually pulled it off, and the reality of it hasn’t sunk in yet. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving me shaky, exhausted, and aching all over, but it’s the kind of pain that feels good, the kind that tells me I pushed myself to the limit and came out stronger.