Fnaf Purple Freddy Novels & Stories

“You’re it. F*ck me as a friend. Get me pregnant.” Green burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe Purple’s request, but after laughing, he looked at her seriously. “I will.”

Pain exploded from the wound and I tried to cover up my wince but he noticed right away and pulled back. “We definitely need to get you to Zanatra and get you healed up.” His purple orbs gazed down at me and with a small smirk he stood up. “How do you plan on doing that?” I questioned and tugged at the shirt I had on. Wait.. my shirt was covered in blood. My eyes darted down to my clothes and found that I was in a T shirt and some of my shorts that were here before we left for Zanatra. “I didn’t change you, a maid did I promise.” He said as he noticed me looking down at my clothes in confusion. “ And well, Queen Fara’s bloodline didn’t stop at Elijah.”

Spring asks, tossing her jacket to the floor as she sits down on the mattress. Without warning, Freddie grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he snarls. “Why are you always nagging me about money? Once my streaming career takes off, you’ll be swimming in drugs. So quit whining!” He slaps her across the face, hard, before lighting a cigarette and shoving the white substance in his mouth from the shopping bags she brought and turning his attention to a video game.

"Do you know the sound of a pig being slaughtered?", Frey asked and scooped the soup into his mouth. "I think I head one tonight. Couldn't sleep because of the squealing." Some heads nodded approvingly. Frey hopefully made puppy-eyes at the girl by his side "C'mon, Lady Kathrine, let's look for the corpse. It might still be out there!" He always had the weirdest hobbies. Or maybe he just used every possible way out of boredom.

I assumed it was just an old wives' tale until I experienced it myself. I unbutton the three buttons on my shirt and choose to go barefoot. It's my birthday, and I'm at home. I have the right to dress less stuffy than usual. I walk down the stairs and grit my teeth as I hear the loud music playing outside. I let out a sigh. From a distance, I can see my cousins making drug rails on the large glass tables placed all around the outdoor pool. I have to shake my fists at the sight of women kneeling between the legs of other male family members, banging away as they receive a blow job.

Electro maxed, body convulsing nonstop, squirting inverted now upward fountains splattering ceilings, raining back on skin in warm sheets. Creampies numbered ten by end pussy six, ass four holes loose and farting seed constantly, bladder bag discarded for free-flow floods. Final jolt cluster ripped her grand mal peak, squirting endless as heart rate crested 195, vision tunneling to white. They powered down, unbinding limp form, vitals crashing to 90 bpm in afterglow.

FREYA'S POV I was halfway through the quarterly projections when Lucy burst into my office with an energy that made me finally look up. “Freya! You’re not going to believe this—” She bounced in on one foot, her eyes sparkling. “Gerald’s setting up a shareholders’ party. It’s going to be a thank-you gala—cocktails, light hors d’oeuvres, the whole nine yards. You know… to show appreciation for everyone’s support this year.”

I'm busy making an another mixture of my posion and my daily mixture of herbs for my prisoner's beast. He went beside her to check her mixture. Freya is not an ordinary witch you could compared just like in the movie with a messy long curly hair, wrinkled face, dark lips, big eyes, long fingernails, wearing a black long gown like a dress when attending someone's funeral and had a broom sticks beside her, Nope! She's not like any one of those.

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Freya was moaning in her head and when he finally broke free so both of them could take a breath, Freya wanted to come forth a little. “Thank you Ronan for loving us and always caring for us. Freya would like to peek out just a little to speak to you.” She’s never done that. Phoenix felt Freya come forth, just enough to speak to Ronan. Her eyes began to glow with her hazel hue, and she looked right at him. Ronan had a smolder that made us want to drop our panties and submit.