Freddie Descendants Novels & Stories

He wanted me to know what I was getting into. I'd discovered that he'd dated a lot of beautiful women. I tried to feel honored rather than intimidated that he'd been with ballerinas, actresses, models, and even a professional mime. Freddie said that one was meant to be a joke, but she was actually a lot of fun to be around. The relationships had never lasted very long, but everyone seemed to love following them. There were so many tabloids with articles about Freddie. According to one, he was actually the result of an affair with a bodyguard, while another claimed Freddie was actually the true heir to the throne because he'd been born on a Tuesday.

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

Freddie's voice rang loudly over Fred's phone . " Big Boss , Ermm...ermmmm we came to fetch boss Vince fiance not to hurt big boss's brother . We are wrong .I'm sorry ." The man said . " Go back now and tell Vince the girl belong to Mr Adrian Moo right hand subordinates . Mr Bernard is Master Shane's Qin right hand . He wants to kill all of you aren't he . If anything happen to my oldest brother your gang will be gone forever. My brother Fred Fang , stupid ." Freddie scold the man harshly .

She smiles and motions for me to keep walking. “Are you a descendant?” I ask. “Yes. We share the same father. Both my parents were descendants. When my mother died, My father remarried and Sunnie was born. She wasn’t always bad?” she tells me. “Sunnie was left out of a lot. Descendants are very ritualistic people. Well, We were until we got trapped in the void. You got us out. You saved all of us with your light.” “Key, I do not remember anything. I have fragments and that is it.” I reach for her. “I want to remember everything.”

“I think I got this talent from my third grandmother's inheritance.” “Huh? How?” Venus said didn't understand. “What do you mean by the third grandmother?” “My grandma’s grandma’s grandma,” Virzash answered confused. Apparently he saw the blank expression of Venus, because he then explained, “My grandmother has a grandmother. Well, my grandmother's grandmother has another grandmother. That grandma is what I mean.” Shad chuckled irritably. “That's not important, you know?!” Shad retorted seriously. “The important thing is, you become like us!”

I cut Ace off, which annoyed him. "Yeah. Too bad it had to be you." He said through gritted teeth. "Now will you let me finish so you can finally have an idea on where you come from?" "Nah. It's okay." I said with a shrug. "Okay? Don't you want to know about your family history?" Ace asked in surprise. "Nope." "Or even being related to Queen Elizabeth?" "Ew. Now that is definitely a no." "Personally I think your history is very interesting seeing as our family is very close. My dad's ancestors and the late king of Gija." Fred says looking at some papers that he brought with him.

It was all very incestuous in appearance. "I'm pretty sure Joe is well aware of me and Izzy's horrid relationship." He let out a sigh. "I wanted to touch base with you just in case you heard about Freddy through the news or something. Some shit went down a few weeks back and he didn't make it." D sounded devastated. Where he wasn’t related to Freddy, he still treated the little shit like a brother. Shock raced through Drake. Freddy didn't make it? Freddy was Drake's little brother, and Joe's youngest son. "What? What the fuck happened?"

My mother had disappointed me ultimately. "Let's not talk about heirs. In that case, then, they are two. A possible bastard by my dear sister Izzy and Mathias' illegitimate heir by his fated werewolf mate whom I have raised as my nephew for years," Frederick said, and people gasped. I didn't. I knew he was heading there. "You bastard!! How could you, Fred!!" my mother called, and Olsen banged the gavel.

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***