Freddy Fazbar Novels & Stories

I inform her. "We heard. Freddie likes you," she smiles. "He said you're a little spooky but you seem less uptight than your brother," "He said that? He didn't say that," Freddie doesn't strike me as someone who would be disrespectful not even as a joke. "He was super polite and iffy when we met. He was like what the fuck is this thing. It was funny," "He did say that. He and Jayk are tight. Ottis was a hater. It doesn't surprise me that he was dealing with the pack. He was probably selling him information too," she admits.

“Who is Zander? I have a friend named Zander, he comes around the orphanage and buys lots of toys for me. He is the Beta. My friend is very strong and handsome. This one time he fought those bad rogues who tried to steal from the orphanage* My jaw dropped as I stared at her. “I know Zander” What a small world it was. Who would have thought that something like that would happen? Deep in my heart, I felt calm talking to her. “Really? You know my friend Zander. I call him super Dad” “Super Dad?” I arched up my brow. “Yes he lifts me up on his shoulders all the time”

The pains she was feeling from her bruises got lesser thanks to Axton who treated her. "Are you a fan of Barbie? Is that why your room is all Pink" Megan asked smiling, but Freya answered Megan's question with a frown "I'm also a...." "Just shut up Megan, I'm not a fan of that cartoon. Do I look like a nine or ten years old kid to you? Pink just happened to be my favorite color" Freya said. Megan smiles. "I guess we're destined to be friends, pink is also my favourite colour".

replied Zed "It's that I don't want to die young." Frederic said "Don't worry." reassured Zed "You know what? Your uncle's wife looked like no one would believe you if you said she was sexually harassing you." Frederic said "People are often what they are not." said Zed "Yeah your right." They stopped at the first nightclub. The music was going loud. The DJ was rocking tunes that were well received by those who jiggle on the track. "I want a really cold vodka and a soda for my friend" Frédéric told the bartender.

Freya Harvey however, took a courageous boldness to continue recording the scene as Bob continued to molest her helpless friend Barney. "Perhaps, I bet you're fucking with jail time Bob, you won't get away with this". She cried helplessly. "Don't be ridiculous. Bob got the whole world in his hands.The police and sheriff are all my folks from the trenches and that makes it even more interesting. Bob Joker is a god!" he told Barney, then he laughed out sarcastically in such a way that got her to be even more upset with him.

Alcohol was the only thing that kept Freya stable in times of overwhelming difficulties. Not that she was an addict, but, once it got too much, she went all out and the club was her favorite place to be. No men. No friends. Just she and her drinks. A bit boring to say, yet, Freya was okay with that. This pattern made her become fast+friends with the bartenders who sometimes passed her a free drink.

I think it’s the killer’s next target: Prince Abdullahi Salim. Miriam snatched the paper from Donovan and widened her eyes to read the red handwriting which read: Next Game: Prince of Dubai; Saturday 4th of April. In a reflex, Miriam shot a stern look at one of the cops and ordered him to get Carlos and his management team under their custody for interrogations about the gaffer's whereabouts.

“Ryan, please. You promised.” “I promised unless he stepped out of line.” Ryan’s eyes were wild with rage. “He is obsessed with you El! Can you not see that he's a freak?” I hated that word. Freak. It’s one my dad used often to describe my abilities. I swallowed the words I really wanted to say. “Just let him go, Ryan.” I face Zak. “You need to leave.” “I warned you once, El. He’s going to hurt you.” Zak said. His best friend made an appearance, pulling on Zak’s arm to lead him away.

She smiled and nodded her head, pleased by my answer. “That’s correct, but do you remember where you're from? Not the name. The culture, the people that worshiped your parents and for good reason, do you remember details such as those?” Cassius, even looked confused by the question, and he was ten when everything happened. I was a mere five or six. Cassius cleared his throat before straightening in his seat. “I remember the streets used to be full of color and life.” He answered and Queen Fara nodded.

Fred yelled angrily. Crack! Kazim exerted very little force, but Fred’s wrist was snapped apart. “Ouch!!!” Fred cried out in pain. “My hand, my hand… It’s broken! Ahhh!!!” “You’re too annoying!” Kazim said those three words. The next moment, Kazim grabbed Fred by his neck and snapped it with a sickening crack. Fred died right away. His entire neck seemed to be in an odd shape. After that, Kazim tossed Fred onto the table.