Freaky Fred Courage Novels & Stories

Taking a very deep breath in, I prepared myself mentally for whatever the day could come with, but definitely not for what I saw next. A cyber truck, parked in between two spaces, a guy with a loose tie, and one leg out of the door looked straight at us, behind his sunglasses. “I wanna pee.” Freda said, and scampered away with my bag, laptop and her own stuff too. So much for big energy.

Fred didn't look at her, he just raised a hand in a cool, dismissive wave. Cassandra bit her lip. She had known Fred for years, and everyone knew the son of the BloodMoon Pack’s Beta, but she had never cared enough to follow his career. She’d always assumed he was just another arrogant warrior. To find out he shared her profession was... annoying. They reached a shop with a bright, peeling yellow door. Both of them reached for the brass knob at the same time, their hands brushing. Cassandra glared at him, but Fred just smirked back, his fingers lingering for a second before they both pushed inside, racing to be the first one to the counter.

I tried to sound cheerful when I was far from feeling that. “Well.” Fred rubbed the back of his neck, nervously gulping as he looked towards his brother. “I'm afraid this is the only one we got.” “What?!” “Fred said we didn't need to get anything else, so I only brought this. It's wonderful, right?” “Yeah. Excellent.” Nodding, I tried to relax, telling myself I would have more than enough chance to get them to do what I wanted. Even though we are watching cartoons, you can be in the mood, right? Like mood, mood?

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

"Noted. Protest filed. Now let's move." The team assembled at the motor pool. Six vehicles—confederation's best. Supplied for three-month journey. Equipped for minus-forty temperatures. Catherine arrived as they were loading. "You're really doing this." "Victor forced it." "Victor gave you excuse to do what you wanted anyway—race to Colorado, control the facility yourself, play hero." Catherine looked at the assembled team. "You're not that different from him, you know. You just wrap your power grabs in democratic language."

Trent gives us a questioning look in the rearview mirror. “Oh, you know, my little mate just declared war on Red Fang” Clayton says matter of factly. The full laughter that comes from Trent makes me smile. These men are fucking crazy, I lean into Clay, he wraps a hand around me and lifts me onto his lap allowing me to snuggle into his neck. “I am sorry about that, I just saw red when he threatened you” I mumbled into his neck. Clayto leans back and tilts my face so I am looking up at him.

Fred and his brother Micheal are the only Killgons by birth in our generation. “Gotta go my advance class is starting and I am the Alpha.” Jake says in a hurry. “Later my men,” Fred yells. “Peace brothers and thanks,” Luke says. “We will always have your back, even if it’s to kick your ass,” I say. We all laugh and hang up. “Bro time?” Jennifer asks coming back to my office. “It was just a quick check in. Fred is tapping out of the trials. He doesn’t want to put his mate through it. She is human.”