Freddy 13 Novels & Stories

Headlights coming at us too fast. My body moving instinctively before my mind could catch up. I remembered shoving her out of the way, the violent force of the collision, and the sickening crack as my leg twisted beneath me. I remembered lying there, unable to move, watching her cry over me—feeling useless for the very first time. And now… this. The door creaked open softly. Freya stepped inside. She looked smaller somehow—paler. Her eyes were red, like she hadn’t slept or stopped crying since the accident.

Thompson but Erick. It was something like a death wish come true. Erick Brooklyn was one of those boys in the school, whom we can never even imagine crossing paths with. His brother is a mafia leader in the city and he is literally a don in the school. Arrogant, pompous, and overall an a**hole.

The room smelled faintly of sweat and fever. “Freye!” I screamed, and my voice no longer belonged to me. I scooped her up as best I could. Her limbs were limp one second, rigid the next. I slapped her back, inhaled her lips, trying to force a breath into her. Her eyes rolled white at the edges. Red splotches mottled her skin. “Stay with me, baby, stay with me.” My hands were slick with sweat. I pressed her to my chest and felt her small body tremble. Unlike any regular wolf, Freye was born sickly.

The realization that they were being observed dampened his ardor. "Zoe, I can't…" Zoe harrumphed. "Useless piece of shit!" In disdain, Zoe shoved Freddy into the water. She emerged from the water completely naked and retrieved a towel from a nearby chair. Then, she wrapped it around herself, covering only the essential parts, leaving little to the imagination. Freddy was panicking in the water. As Zoe's ultimate lapdog, his first instinct was to immediately appease her. However, Betty's presence made him reluctant to get out of the water.

She was even more scared Freddie would find out about it too. “Such clear skin,” Freddie whispered and ran his hands over her arms. He began to push her slowly towards the door. “Freddie, what are you doing?” she asked with wide eyes. He rammed her unto the door and kissed her abruptly. She screamed and pushed him but he didn't even move. She tried kicking his groin but he grabbed that leg and held it tight. “Don't fight it, baby girl. Because as from tomorrow, you will wish your master was as easy on you as I will be tonight,” he whispered into her ear.

While Charlotte was still processing the surprise, a conversation unfolded behind her. "Go back to where you belong." "Can't I stay here?" Freddie asked. Charlotte walked out of the door and into the courtyard. Julie's face was still close to the camera. Charlotte asked, "Scoundrel? You mean Freddie?" "Yeah! He's a nasty guy! He loves to bully people! He’s a scoundrel!" Charlotte thought for a moment, not entirely surprised. Freddie appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, so a bit of rebelliousness was normal.

“He’s already nervous. Tora’s just pretending she’s fine but flopped onto their bed groaning about gene wars inside her uterus.” Rheya snorted hard. “Okay—yeah. She’s definitely my princess of dragons.” Kensavion looked to Tyler. “We’re seriously living in a time where gods, werewolves, dragons, vampires, witches, and phoenixes are playing house and having babies.” “Don’t forget snacks,” Tyler said, pointing at the bacon pile. “Snacks are essential.” They all burst into laughter again, the kind of light, free laughter that only came when the danger had passed—for now.

In an instant, the woman screamed and was pulled back, away from Summer. "Hey? What's this? Akh! It hurts! Let me go!" Summer and Omega were stunned to see Freddy bending Grace's arm back. He was like a police officer arresting a criminal. "How dare you threaten a child? Drop your weapon!" Freddy snapped. Hearing that, Grace winced. "What weapon? I wanted to give her candy. If you don't believe me, just look for yourself!" Freddy checked what was lying near Grace's feet. A cute bear-shaped candy was lying there.

Someone was in the house. In all the times that he ventured on his 13th year excursion, he came unaccompanied. He cherished the freedom that came along with having no protection over his person. He could go out at night, walk freely in the busy streets, use a pedestrian crossing and undertake all the other things that bordered around normalcy. Here, he could be a regular guy in the mob of ever-so-bustling humans.

Freddie's amused voice comes through along with his amused laughter. “See you later.” With that we take off. “Don't forget to use protection, son. Always stay safe.” Freddie yells behind us, making me bury my face on his neck further. Never in my life would I imagine something like this happening but I guess fairy tales do exist. I'm being carried by the one and only Spenver Cruiz. He is gonna do things to me that I'm gonna like and engrave in my mind, I'm sure of that. While my lust for him can be deemed as a regular trait of mine, I can't fathom why Spencer is acting on his impulse. It's so unlike him. But I don't care. Watching the lust dancing in his eyes got me wet. A girl can only hand