Fnia Freddy Novels & Stories

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

Dario and I left my office and headed down to the basement where Freddie was being kept. Screams came from one of the holding cells and I turned to Dario, "I already put Gio and Nico with him to kick-start his lesson." I smiled, pleased, that was why Dario was my second in command, he always knew what to do. "Of course," One of my men stood guarding the cell, he saluted on seeing us and stepped aside for us to enter. Freddie's head was dunked in a basin of boiling water, I could see the thick steam from the basin, Nico, a tall muscular black man, held his hair. He dragged him up and Freddie screamed from pain, his face was red and blisters were starting to form.

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

Her cousins spotted her instantly. “Freya!” Nadia pulled her in a huge hug. “How’s my little munchkin?” Erwin chimed from behind. Freya’s eyes widened, caught completely off guard. “I'm not your little munchkin” she cleared that up quickly. He made an “eh” with his face, scrunching his nose under his downturned mouth. “Sassy pants will do” “Oh, she got you good,” Nadia said, looking up at him from over her shoulder, nodding approvingly at her.

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

Her mission is to get food, not to mess around with some stranger. ‘That stupid wench… How dare she slap me? Me! She even dared to walk away!’ Frederick thought to himself, his veins popping on his forehead. “Oh, I’ll show you, little miss Nixie…” He snickered to himself with evil intentions, plotting a new way of executing his previously given tasks.

“Fine! I’ll go to Freedonia and deal with Kenneth myself!” She stormed out. Back at her office, she had everything investigated. When Geneva confirmed Kenneth was indeed the new majority shareholder, Freya said: “Geneva, pack your things. We’re going to Freedonia.” “F-Freedonia?” Geneva squeaked. “Do they have oatmeal over there?” Meanwhile, the inner devils stayed quiet—for now. They were conserving energy. But one thing was certain: Freedonia would not know what hit it! Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men!’

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However, she couldn't help herself just to let out the lingering beam in her tender heart. Now all that beautiful smile and thought of sweet memories in a lonely cold winter soon dwindled away softly, over the next few days as nothing much seemed to happen. Yet still trouble by the powers of those tragic memories of the death of her best friend and dad. Freya now became fixated on the window and could barely walk around the new neighborhood. Unable to cope with her fears and with the coldness that was rapidly spreading inside her fragile body like a living creature, Freya withdrew into her imaginary self shell. Several times she would feel lost in the blue as though she had no knowledge of h