Novelas y relatos de Freddy Fazbar

Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My head guard slowly looked up, his face pale with humiliation. “Sir…” he whispered, voice shaking. “It’s not a bomb.” The song continued happily. Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My jaw tightened so hard pain shot through my skull. Freddy hadn’t just fooled me. He had walked into my house alone, threatened me, kneeled me down, and offered me a devil’s deal. Then he walked out untouched and left me standing there listening to children’s music like a complete idiot.

He stared through them, jaw tightening. Freya hated rain. She used to curl into him whenever storms came, whispering that thunder sounded like the sky breaking apart. His chest tightened. He shut his eyes. For one second— Just one— Pain slipped through the cracks. Her laugh. Her warmth. Her voice saying his name softly in the dark. His hand clenched. No. Not now. Pain was a luxury. And Brandon Lefevre did not indulge in luxuries when war had begun. His eyes opened again.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

" We both turned to him. All the while, he had been basking in his happiness while watching us silently. "It's perfect!" He announced. There was something in his eyes when he said those words. I could swear to it. And if there is anything I had known about Barnabas over the past five years, he always had a sinister plan going on in that head of his. But this wasn't even about him. Why is he so interested. "We will get the contract ready and send your copy to sign tonight." We finalized.

“Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you forever.” Tommy Heidegger was one of the few people I kept in touch with from Jammies University. He had been my friend from the start, always by my side. He even stood up for me and fought Markle when no one else would. Everyone else believed the nasty rumors, but not Tommy. He was always a sweet soul and very protective. “Babe?” he called again, trying to get my attention. Suddenly, Bastian hit the brakes so hard I thought we had crashed into something.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face. Arthur was the biggest of them all with a super muscular body and a big beard but he certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Freddie was the most passionate about the job. He would do whatever he was ordered to do and he could shoot. That made him the perfect cop. Cody was the smartest. He knew his way around tech and computers. He was five foot five with a skinny build. He was the only dark skinned man among them. “What’s the status?” Wade asked Cody, ignoring the childish banter. Cody looked back briefly before going back into the computer screen.

The way he pretends to be a girl is funny, the change in his voice and as he makes a Boston accent is funny as hell. “Mommy, look, Fred knows how to play Barbies,” she says and I smile sitting on the couch watching my daughter play Barbies with the most desirable bachelor of New York City, a man who enjoys beating other players in the rink, a man that has violence in his blood. I feel the butterflies flying again and I close my eyes momentarily as Frederick takes the first sip of his hot chocolate. “Wow, this is amazing. Best thing I have ever tried,” he says, and Grace giggles as I smile.

Freddy looks depressed when he hears the name 'Aaron' from my mouth. "The person who detains him thinks he has the new system of the Miller Group, so he gambled money on Aaron. and now they are asking him to hand out the new system," I say word by word, "You are the only one who knows that he has the system." "You doubt me?" Freddy's eyes look cold. "I just came to ask you, if it was not you..." "It is me." Freddy sneers, "Are you going to kneel down and beg me to spare him?"