Five Nights At Freddy's Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“Oh, shit. Yes. Fuck, sofia.” “I’m coming. I’m coming.” “I love you, Sofia.” “I’m so glad you’re okay.” “Holy fuck, yes.” Their slurs and curses filled the room as we all came together. Mike poured down my throat and Luca filled my pussy, while Michael release shot into my ass. I felt them throbbing against me. I arched my back away from Nico as my entire body contracted, shaking with the electric pleasure that nearly blinded me. Luca continued to fuck me, stroking against my clit as it prolonged my pleasure. One orgasm turned into two, and soon all the five brothers were buried into my body as I came for the third time.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

"Slap her tits. Make her moan for it." One of the men reached under me and slapped my hanging breasts, the sharp sting making my nipples tighten. José kept spanking my ass between thrusts, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin. The man beneath me thrust upward harder, his cock bottoming out with every stroke while the one in my throat fucked my face without mercy. I came again, harder this time, my scream muffled around the cock stretching my lips. My juices sprayed out around the shaft in my pussy, running down my thighs. Kyle's breathing turned into ragged gasps. "Fill her up. Cum in all three holes."

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

The stretch was even more intense than last time, burning so perfectly that my eyes rolled back and a broken wail tore from my throat, I quivered on the desk, hips twitching as my core adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. He started pounding me with deep, powerful strokes and the heavy desk shaking beneath us. His hand cracked across my ass repeated, leaving buring red prints as he fucked me hard ad that only made me wetter. Then he wrapped one strong hand around my throat from behind, pulling me back onto his cock with every savage snap of his hips. “Such a greedy slut,” he groaned, fucking me relentlessly. “Coming back for Daddy’s cock even though you know how ucking wrong this is.”

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

I wanted to do something entirely stupid. By the time dusk began to settle over the city, blurring the skylines into deep purples and neon flashes, I found myself outside a dimly lit nightclub. The bass vibrated right through the heavy glass doors, a low, primal thudding that matched the chaotic rhythm of my heart. I didn't think. I just walked inside. The interior was a heavy fog of strobe lights, sweat, and cheap alcohol, the exact opposite of Six Seven. I marched straight to the bar, pulled out the gold card Damian had given me, and slammed it onto the sticky counter.

With hands balled into fists, I turned and stormed away. “I’ll make you pay for this, Freya. Mark my words, you’ll regret the day you crossed me.” To be continued... The next book is called Sacrificed By A Sire King. If you love the character Lucy, her parts were written by J.C. Seal and she can be found on Amazon. Lucy is a character in her Angel and Demons series. She had taken Evan with her, and he will be in some of her future books. He and Lucy will however return to the Freya Rose series to help with the final fight.