Freddie Kruger Novels & Stories

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

We don’t really keep contact. Freddie’s not in the country I think. The last time I saw him was four years ago. He talked about relocating to Cuba. Cage isn’t really committed. He’s still single and he took over the italian mafia. Ace. Damn Ace, he’s still hot and obviously single. Piper and Brandon are still my closest friends till date. Brandon moved to LA to pursue his career while Piper is still in New York. She works as an accountant now.

We met frequently and I would even get high just before we got into bed together. I started taking the drugs more and more and I felt so alive, even though I looked dead literally. I was a walking mess. But I didn't care though, those five minutes of bliss were worth it – or so I thought. Things changed when I clocked sixteen though. That was when I met Derek. With Derek, everything was different. very different. Derek taught me to love myself again, something I never thought I could do, He saw so much potential in me, he valued and loved me - he was the dad I never had.

Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued. “I must commend you for landing a blow on me, but you’ve just reduced the time you’d have to get me my money. Normally, I should be dead angry and rip you apart this instant but somehow, I don’t feel like it; i want to see you suffer bit by bit till you loose all of your sanity,” Freddy spoke with authority and power.

“Ahhhh!” “Freya?!!!” Kenneth panicked. She dropped the crab, yelling, “The crab tried to amputate my finger!” Inner Devil: 'Dramatic much?' Inner Devil 2: 'Imagine losing a finger to seafood. Embarrassing.' But Freya wasn’t the one being embarrassing. Kenneth chased after the crab, grabbed it, and crushed its claws with his bare hands. He growled, “How dare you hurt my wife! Take that!” Freya, “...”

Now that Kris has confirmed, it is going ahead. I was in the study, tapping away at my laptop. “Hey Freddie,” I said as he walked in. He was holding a pad and pen. “Hey,” he responds, looking around and rubbing the back of his neck. “Will Kris be here soon?” He asked me. Freddie was usually so easygoing, but his body language seemed off. Like he was agitated, he kept looking around. I didn’t say anything to him. It’s Kris he clearly wanted to see.

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

She wanted to fix everything but it was too much burden to bear. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The news spread everywhere that Safari company was the source of the false accusation of the CRUZ company. It was on the news headlines and every artist talked about it. The CEO of the Safari company was blamed for his stupid action but he came out to defend himself and said that the CRUZ company was definitely doing illegal things. He made it look like the CEO of the CRUZ company was accusing him falsely. When Philip watched the news, he relaxed back in his chair and sighed. To him, it was like a counterattack that Frank was organizing.

He have a good sense of humor. "you look so identical, it's hard to differentiate who's who to be honest." I replied as I forced my stupid nose to stop inhaling his alluring scent. "Anyways, I'm Miguel, Michael's twin." "Right. I'm Fay." I replied and he chuckled. "Everyone knows your name here, everyone." He replied and wanted to say something else but his friends called him and he quickly waved at me and skipped off with them. "Hmm. Wonders would never end. Who's Michael?" Abu asked.

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the