Freddie Descendants Novels & Stories

“If that’s what you want to talk about, you are better off being quiet.” Freddie barked out, laughing. It was weird that he laughed in situations that weren’t meant to be funny. He was speaking of someone’s dead wife and laughing like it was nothing. “Don’t you all find it weird that Tedros married his wife’s best friend, and she agreed to it?” Freddie asked, a wide grin on his face. His words affected me more than I thought they would. Although he hadn’t said the word yet, I could already tell what he was thinking.

That same kind, loving smile that I still remembered her by. "Weren't we trying to figure out Freya's ancestry?" Alex asked everyone present. "Could it be that Freya really has some kind of witch gene in her?" That had me startled into looking up at Alex. "No…that's impossible. My mother was human!" "We don't know for sure, Freya." It was Cameron who spoke next. "As soon as my father learned about you being Moon Kissed, he did some investigation into your parental history. Your father's side is clean, all human descendants for at least the last four generations. But…we don't have any records of your mother's side yet."

She didn’t know whether she should be relieved or question Charlotte. “What do you mean he won’t die?” She asked, looking confused. Charlotte sat and drew her hand to sit as well. Freya had the biggest worried look on her face. “Please don’t keep me waiting. What do you mean he won’t die? How do you know that? If you are not sure about it, just let me go and save him.” “He’s immortal, Freya.” A cold chill swept through Freya’s body. “What?” “You see, he’s Zalkhar’s descendant. He and his twin.” Charlotte said.

The man I moan his name when I had my dildo buried deep into my pussy and increased the pace, imagining her father was thrusting deeper and harder in my wet, dripping pussy. “Nicole?” The mention of my name snapped me out of my thoughts, and I shook my head. How could I tell my friend I am having a crush on his dad? That would ruin everything. Without a second thought, I took the red plastic cup filled with drink and downed all the contents, ignoring the booing from the crowd.

I can't pitch my tent with a sterile, impotent man" Emma explained quickly. Freddie has lost the ability to talk at that moment to Emma. Where will he start from, is it from her infidelity, or her mischievous plot and taking away a man's hard earned money, assets and investment? He had always known he had failed as a father. But that day, he prefers to be childless in his entire life to his seventh life, being childless was more honourable than having a daughter like Emma. Turning to Freya he asked "you taught her to do this, right? Your sins cannot be washed away even if you wash in a yellow river. This thing you have done, will hunt you for the rest of your life" Freddie declared. "Are you

“What kind of doors?” Freddy’s eyes glint with something that I can only describe as dangerous. “The kind of doors that allow me to do just about anything I want without facing the consequences.” He leans closer to me, his breath hot against my face. “And I want my family back. All of them. And luckily, the Safir pack will help me with just that.” My heart thuds in my chest as I process his words. “You’re planning on bringing them back from the dead? But Freddy, that’s not a good idea. You shouldn’t mess with life and death. You’re not a god.”

I would come here everyday to brighten my mood. “I thought you were a man- I don’t know I just never imagined a Freddie to be a girl.” I said to her with all honestly. Freddie nodded in understanding ad wiped her hands with a disposable tissue. “Yeah, I get that a lot, but the name is Freida, my grandpa always called me Freddie when I was a little kid, said I reminded him of an old friend who loved pastries.” She explained. “When he died, I thought I would do something for him and I loved baking so it all wasn’t hard for me.”

Just hollow space. What did he do to you, I thought, chest tight. What the hell did he do? “We’ll get her back,” George said. “And then we’ll fix whatever’s broken. You, me, Evie, the whole pack, we’ll put her back together.” “If there’s anything left,” I muttered. “There will be. She’s Freya. She’s tougher than Viktor Ashford. She’ll come through this.” I wanted to believe it so bad. But I’d seen the bodies. Seven descendants. All powerful. All prepared. All dead.

My mother asked, and I felt my insides fumble with nerves instantly. “Oh, I wasn’t aware they were coming.” I spoke up and my mom just patted me on the back. “Yes, dear, our friends would like to get to know them a bit more. Especially that son of Queen Fara, he seems a bit taken to the Blueblood.” A divine smile spread along my mother’s face while my blood boiled. “Is that so?” My voice came out as even as I could establish it while I threw an icy glare towards Elijah. If the plan my father had ensured didn’t work, it would be because of this fucking twat.

Rebecca looked at me, her expression as cold and detached as if she were delivering a formal announcement to an employee. "Mrs. Hale has already adopted Freddie," she said, her voice dripping with authority. "From now on, you and Freddie are brothers; you're both heirs to Hale Group. So stop trying to put him down. Oh, and by the way, Freddie will be attending our college now. You know how people are there—always looking to climb the social ladder. So Mrs. Hale and I decided that, for the public, we'll just say Freddie is the Hales' youngest son who's been living abroad and just recently came back."