Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There just wasn't an explanation for it. “Nate...” I looked up to see Freddie standing on the balcony where I had wanted to spend time alone. It was hard not to get annoyed at that point, as I knew just what exactly he was about to say to me. “What is it?” I asked, trying my best not to give in to the feeling of annoyance that was threatening to break out from within me. It was quite a lot to deal with having my friend as a beta. “Did you have to go that far with Layla?” Freddie asked with a sigh. “It's okay that you don't love her, but then, locking her up like a prisoner was quite too extreme for someone who assumes the position of Luna and—”

What I didn't expect to see was Nalayna being held captive by a half naked coke head whose limp cock was hanging outside his dirty pants. "Hands up 'fore I kill the wench" he slurred. I took my time observing the room to ensure there was no other audience to catch me unaware. Satisfied with what I saw I moved closer to him faster before he could run away. My fist connected with his nose and there was the loud crunch of a nose breaking filled the air. "Fuck!" He struggled to get up but one kick of my rugged heavy security timberland against his head left him unconscious immediately. "Nala—" she ran to me before wrapping her small hands around my neck even if she couldn't reach it until she ti

“Three days. You break it off. Or I will make it public.” “Freddie, you’re threatening me with a sex tape?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “I’m giving you a choice,” Freddie replied. “Three days. Walk away. No drama. No leaks. You get to protect her. Or… everyone sees what you did.” “What I did?” Ledger said sharply. “What about what you’re doing?” Freddie didn’t flinch. “I’m done playing backup. Think about it.” Ledger stood there, stunned. Not because Freddie was holding a threat—but because it was Freddie doing it.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

“Things have changed. My dad has suspended all of my cards and I don’t have much on me. Last night, Shaun chased me out of the house.” “Why didn’t you come to me?” “It was late and I didn’t want to wake you up.” “Catherine, you’re such a fool. Tell me the address.” 40 minutes later, Freya showed up, looking as if she was in a haste. She felt sorry for her friend after glancing around the small and dodgy room. There was even a stash of tart cards slipped through the door by prostitutes looking for business. “Come on, leave this place right away and stay at mine.”

"I know I’ve been selfish. I’ve been scared and overwhelmed, and I handled it badly. But you're all I have, Ana. You know I’d never truly leave you." Anastasia let out a long sigh and opened her arms. "Fine. Come here, you idiot." They hugged tightly, and for the first time in days, Freya felt like she could breathe. "I've missed you so much," Anastasia whispered. "Me too," Freya replied, pulling away. "So... what’s the latest?" Anastasia asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Why are you wearing a jacket that costs more than this entire pharmacy?" "Long story short... Michael and his new girl, Cynthia, saw me at a gala," Freya began. She told Anastasia everything—the drink splashing, be

“But I can promise this—I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and our child. No matter what it costs me.” Her lips trembled. “I mean it,” I continued. “I’ve hired more security. Quiet, efficient men who’ll be around without being obvious. I’ve started my own investigation too—into Hannah, Rachelle, and even Bryan.” She swallowed hard. I gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not a burden, Freya. Loving you… protecting you… that’s never a weight. That’s a privilege.” Her lips parted slightly, and I saw the emotion welling in her eyes again.

Trusting me to handle this. Trusting me to bring her back. I should text him now. Tell him she is here. Safe. Let him come get her before she runs again. But I promised her. Promised I would not tell him. Promised she could have one night. One night of feeling safe. Of not being hunted. Of not having to face Adrian and everything that comes with him. One night is not too much to ask. Is it? The shower turns off. Freya appears wearing my sweatpants and tshirt. Her hair is wet. Face scrubbed clean. She looks younger like this. More vulnerable.

His dick was already on alert mode, and he could not help but laugh. "Maybe I have just found my new obsession." He mumbled as he fumbled the five-dollar bill and the sticky note in his hand like it was some kind of treasure. ... Freya did not go to her house after sneaking out of the hotel. She headed directly to Issa's house. Her legs were still shaking from the aftermath of last night's sex, and every time she thought of how the man had ravaged her like a starved beast, heat rose to her face.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.