Freddy And Foxy Novels & Stories

Freddie giggled, eyes filled with contempt. Second unsheathed his army dagger and made a fighting stance. He was ready for any possibilities. At the same time, the swirled sand around him slowly revealed what he didn’t expect. Second’s eyes widened. In an instant, the bear created by the sand appeared. Not one, not two but more than a dozen. “Malicious sand,” Freddie called it. Freddie was fond of bears. Furthermore, the majority of the bears were working for him. Therefore, he created these to show his favoritism to the bear. Although the body wasn’t as sturdy as the original, it was enough to fight this person… probably.

Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass. “They look like ordinary people, but underneath that flesh they’re nothing but monsters. The legend of them reaching back to as far as then fourteen hundreds.” I felt my body heat and my fist ball up at my sides. “Hello? What’s going on?” Raven’s soft voice traveled through the glass and I heard gasps from Queen Fara. “They are no such thing! Those two children are humans. More so than you’ll ever be!”

He gripped him tightly, then slammed him to the ground. Freddy growled furiously. His claws swung upwards, trying to tear through Oscar's body—but they missed. Oscar gave him no room. He pressed down harder, his jaws inching closer to Freddy's throat. But Freddy was no easy opponent. With a mighty shove he broke free and immediately pounced. His fangs sunk brutally into Oscar's back. A furious roar came from Oscar's throat. With a sudden movement, he twisted his body and kicked Freddy with incredible force.

Hound added and Jackal frowned. "So?" I asked. Foxy sighed and shook her head. "So, if you want to be with them, don't you think pissing them off is the wrong way to do it?" Foxy asked, annoyed. I shrugged. "Maybe but I'm not going to just do everything she wants. You know me, I'm not made that way" I explained. "Plus she's sexy when she mad." I smirked. "You are hopeless." Foxy shook her head and walked off to her locker with Hound.

Chapter 39/ Epilogue Five years later Foxy’s POV It’s like my past is a dream. A dream of things that seem so distant from the life I’m living now. I can’t imagine living without Blair and our twin sons, Blade and Austin, and it looks like I finally found my happy ending. I love my little family, and Blair and I are happily mated.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

Felix yelled and ran out from the kitchen “Tell me you have set this mansion on fire” Freddo said to him “And you will be the first person to get burnt” Felix glared “You idiot!” Freddo pointed accusing fingers at him and began to chase him round the living while they run around throwing things at each other and messing up the living room and by the time they got tired, they both laid on the bare floor panting and sweating heavily “Is this how we are going to eat?” Melvin pointed at them

Freddy opened the door from inside. When Aster got in, Freddy quickly shut the door, as if he was afraid that Larissa would change her mind. Chuckling, Larissa got into the front seat. She turned around and asked Freddy, "What game are you going to play with Aster?" Like magic, Freddy produced an iPad and started a game with colorful visuals. Sounds of cheerful music echoed in the car. Freddy and Aster were around the same age, so they had common interests. After a while, Aster's attention was focused on the game and both of them played together happily.

he mumbles with the chocolate still in his mouth, causing Tonya to look at him with disgust. "Jeez, manners," she complains and throws a cushion into his face. Freddie and Jenny stay silent most of the evening, simply enjoying each others presence while cuddling up on a two-seater. Since Freddie nearly died, they’re inseparable. Who could blame them? The night is extremely restless. All kinds of scenarios keep playing on my mind, trying to figure a way for each and every one of them. “We’ll be okay,” my wolf tries to calm me, and I know I can trust her. Even if she has a very naughty mind and I can’t do everything she always wants, I know she’s right with this.

Frederick barked. Looking deeply hurt, Jordan wrapped both his arms around Michael's arm and complained with a pout, "Look at Freddy, Mikey! He's being so mean to me again. Boohoo…" "Shut up, or I'll shut you up myself!" Frederick roared, his gaze murderous as he glared at Jordan. Shrinking back in fright, Jordan quickly hid behind Michael. "What a twink," Frederick snarled. Michael could also see that Frederick was in a foul mood, so he asked tentatively, "What's wrong, Frederick?"