Freddy And Monty Novels & Stories

Falcon tries to reason with me. "Fuck!" Monty says beneath his breath as the door flies open and the blinds to our carriage flutter closed. "Ah! Brother! You do live!" One of the vampires from my birthday says gleefully. "What has it been? twenty-six years?" Monty stiffens as he pushes Rome and me behind him. The taller of the two leans to the side, his blue eyes glittering with excitement as he locks on to me. Falcon presses to my back, giving me comfort in his protective stature.

She said rudely "Well, two days ago when Mr Monti and l attended a function, he was drugged, at the moment we didn't know what kind of drug it was so his guards brought him home to call a Doctor for examination, it was later the next day that we discovered he was drugged with some pills that arousaled him to the extent that if he didn't find relief by actually having sex with someone, his sexual hormonals might have exploded leading to his death, By now am sure you are aware he isn't sexually active so when he took the drug, his hormones where excited behold anyone's expected that's why he raped you"

After cooking, they set the table and called on Freddie and the men, then they left to eat the remnants. The two men were still very scared. Freddie appeared cool and calm outside but they knew who he truly was inside. He was a monster, a murderer who has no conscience. “come on, sit. The food might get cold” Freddie said to them as they approached the table. They looked at each other again and gave nervous expressions. Freddie saw it and he chuckled but decided to ignore. “there's fried chicken, muffins, cheese and crackers.. And good wine. Come on, dig in” he stated and began to eat himself.

“Lizzie, these two are your…” Monte’s eyes settled on Catherine and Freya with a confused look on his face. He was pretending that it was his first time meeting them. “These are my friends, Catherine and Freya.” Charity pretended as if she did not see through him and made a simple introduction. Before Monte could speak, the few wealthy young men behind him walked forward.

“I’m a total monster who has more than enough abilities for the both of us to go around...but you still like me, right?” “I do. I like you a lot, actually.” I stroke his cheek, and he closes his eyes, releasing a sort of purring sound. It’s very cute, and I smile like a fool before realizing we should probably get into the lake—that’s what we came here to do! “Hey,” I whisper, grinning. “Maybe we should get into the lake before it gets dark?” Freddy huffs a laugh. “Good idea,” he smirks. “I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.”

'Well, looks like Mr handsome Frost was gonna start back from square one. Monty chuckled mockingly, bringing her back to reality. Probably, by this time, every eye was glued to their little drama, even those she was not prepared to meet, but she had no choice especially when Monty grabbed Frost by his collar and pulled him up. It happened so fast before anyone could say JACK ROBINSON, but Fabiola still caught the look of surprise and fright spilled all over Frost's face. Luckily her reaction time has always been very brief. Before Monty could fully pull Frost upright, she hopped on the seat she just stood up from and launched a couple of precise knuckled blows by the side of Monty's neck.

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.

Blaze is Monty's best best friend, our pack's next Alpha, but he's heartless and a jerk. I hate him and he hates me- and that's the one thing we have in common. I let go of Monty and said coldly, "Go to hell. Blaze," As usual, he doesn't care about my comeback and looks at us teasingly with a raised eyebrow. "Blaze, that's not cool." Monty lowers to his haunches and picks up my books that fell out of my open locker. Apparently, he's equally unconcerned. Deflating and spreading his hands, he says, "Am I wrong? You guys want to perform a porno here for me? Then start."

But that's it. Still, in the back of my mind a small voice whispers that I would remain undesirable for the rest of my life. "Hold her up," Stephanie says to her friends, and I panic, knowing that this isn't going to end well. I struggle harder, my heart thumping faster as she lifts a hand to slap me. That's when the deep, throaty rumble of an engine fills the air. A black Mustang slides to the curb with the predatory grace of a panther, the tires grinding against the asphalt.

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.