Freddy 13 Novels & Stories

The skin had grown thin and dry, glueing to the bone on his face. Without one more word I walked towards the direction of the training grounds. We took the elevator there. Arriving on the grounds we saw Freya climbing the monkey ropes that were fixed in the form of a net. She was climbing very fast. When she finished climbing she ran. I could tell she was going down on breath, I did not need no mark to tell that. She started running, rounding black tires on the floor. She put one leg on the left black painted tire on the ground and one into the right. Then she started jogging with her legs in both of them.

I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously. “Oh, you know… the rogue leader with bad teeth… I think you called him Hobbit Gallum?” A young teenage boy walks over to Freya with his cup, and she pours him some more water. She smiles at him with such love that it just fuels the fire in me even more to help these kids and Freya to escape.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Very far from the bible's setting, but near enough to teleport back and forth when needed. "I brought these tarot cards online last week, and they just arrived yesterday. Wanna play?" Frey took out a box of large cards with colorful pictures on them. Frey loves creepy things. Horror, the occult, and voodoos. Lucky me, I guess. I found a best friend that is not hard to talk to when it comes to family. "Those are not toys. Plus, I really can't read." I told her while slurping my white pasta. Her pale complexion compliments her hair. She's built larger than me so her freckles stood out on her chubby cheeks.

I said. “What?” Kayden gasped. “Do you still let him drive you to school?!” He growled out. I jumped in fear at his sudden outburst. There we go again fighting because of Freddie. Fred Jordan is my coursemate and we have been friends since my second year in college. Fred is a pure human but he doesn’t know I am a werewolf. So far so good I have done a great job at hiding my identity from my human friends. Not like I have many of them but Freddie is my closest friend.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

"Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who you belong to." "You! Only you, Callum! Fuck... oh god, you're so big... you're stretching me so wide!" Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!"

I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. “It’s OK,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I started to cry again into his chest; thoughts of Richard being hurt earlier flooded my brain. Freddie was tall for his age; he was ten, the same as Richard. They were best friends, and had been since we moved in four years ago. He had chocolate brown hair, which he usually spiked up with too much gel, and light blue eyes that were like windows to his soul. When Richard looked at you it made you feel like you could fly.

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.