Five Nights At Freddy's Follow Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A girl was slumped over his shoulder and the black hair told me it was my girl. “Follow me.” _______________________________ A/N Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it ❤️ Leave a comment below of your thoughts. See you all next chapter! 😊

Tyler asks like the good baby boy he is. Luke reaches over to grab his aux cord, plugging it into his phone and pulls up his music app; "What song buddy?" "You and Me!" he cheers bouncing in his car seat; as much as the seat and straps allows. Luke chuckles figuring that he would ask for 'You and I' by One Direction; that's one of Tyler's favorite songs. A few seconds later the car is filled with the song and Tyler's singing along. Ten minutes later, we're parking at the Cheyenne YMCA and parking in the back; we'll be entering through the back entrance and heading to the gymnasium.

And as what I had promised to Nathalia, Hiro will be her escort. Yes, Hiro accepted it. I beg him to hear my favor out in return I will stop bothering him. For the sake of Nathalia's happiness and wish for her 18th birthday, I will do it. Besides, I already decided to stop chasing Hiro. "Hey, aren't you going to fix yourself? Its already 5:45 PM, 20 minutes left and the party will go to start. What are you thinking?" Frey asks me as she sat down beside me. I am sitting in front of the mirror, doing nothing, just examining my face. I don't know, but I lost my excitement so suddenly.

“Right now, I’m angry. I mean… furious. I want something to make me forget for a while. Something that will put me in a better mood.” Freya didn’t answer. The silence stretched. “Freya?” I pressed. Then her voice came back, slower this time. “Go to a strip bar.” I blinked. “A strip bar?” “Yes,” she said, her tone firm now. “Go watch the girls. Drink and let them dance for you. Trust me, it will take your mind off whatever’s burning you alive right now.” I leaned back on the bed, letting her words sink in. The idea slid into my mind like smoke.

I quickly apologized, bending down to gather the things that had scattered across the pavement. "No problem." A cold, familiar voice rang from above. My breath caught in my throat. I mechanically jerked my head up and found myself staring at York, now sporting a thick beard. I instinctively reached for my phone to call the police. Strangely, he remained calm, continuing to pick up his things at an unhurried pace. "Come with me. I'll take you to him." I followed him the whole way, barely noticing where we were going until we got off.

Like someone else entirely. *** By the time 8 p.m. rolled around, Finley was already at Nocturne. Through the crack in the private room door, he immediately spotted Renee. She was draped over the lap of a fat man, laughing flirtatiously as she sipped red wine. The man's hand rested shamelessly on her chest, and she didn't seem to care. Fury erupted in Finley as he burst into the room. "Renee, what the hell are you doing?"

After Fredrick broke up with her, we all kind of drifted apart but I was glad she was back. She scoffed at my words, "You really haven't changed, have you?" "Nope, still the same douchebag as always," I shrugged. She rolled her eyes at me about to say something when the waitress walked up to us. "Good evening Sir, ma'am. What can we get you tonight" She asked. "Good evening, I'll like the pasta and oysters,” Crystal ordered. "Okay, Pasta and Oysters," the waitress wrote on her notepad before looking over at me.

I took it by calling the number immediately, it rang a few times before he picked it up. “Brandon on the line.” His husky voice came in. I breathed in my nervous self before speaking up. “Freya.” “I'm the lady that night at the club three weeks ago, can we please meet up.” I rushed my words, I could hear him laugh a bit at the way I placed my conversation. “Okay, meet me up at Star restaurant by 5pm.” The call was dropped after he said that. When I checked the time, I saw it was already 4:30PM and I had just a little time to get ready and go to meet him.

"Welcome to the night." Then Freya passed out.

"Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who you belong to." "You! Only you, Callum! Fuck... oh god, you're so big... you're stretching me so wide!" Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!"