Freddy Fazbar Novels & Stories

He wanted me to know what I was getting into. I'd discovered that he'd dated a lot of beautiful women. I tried to feel honored rather than intimidated that he'd been with ballerinas, actresses, models, and even a professional mime. Freddie said that one was meant to be a joke, but she was actually a lot of fun to be around. The relationships had never lasted very long, but everyone seemed to love following them. There were so many tabloids with articles about Freddie. According to one, he was actually the result of an affair with a bodyguard, while another claimed Freddie was actually the true heir to the throne because he'd been born on a Tuesday.

“I’ve seen things you can’t even imagine.” It made it even funnier, then, to see enzo and his brother halt a few steps into the bar at Spin and gape at the plywood and fluttering dollar bills gracelessly stapled to every surface. It really was a terrible hole in the wall. There was literally a hole in its wall, an affectionate homage to this place. Spin didn’t have an ounce of atmosphere. People only came here to forget where they came from. “I’ll order some beer,” Lilith shouted over the music, blasted by a disaffected DJ slumped in the corner of the place. “Any preferences?”

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

Fourth try: still nothing. Fifth try: Freya's patience is running out. "This is so annoying, why can't I hit the stuffed toy? Did you put glue in it?" Freya asked the game facilitator causing me to smile at her in amusement. "Do you want me to get the stuffed toy for you, mate?" I asked Freya and she just takes a deep breath, she had already given up on the idea that she could still get the SpongeBob SquarePants stuffed toy so she nodded at me and let me take it for her.

I could've called Pinky to drive me home but I didn't want to because I'm still pretty mad at her. I took out my phone and continued following the directions from the Google map to be able to make my way to the bus station. My phone suddenly started ringing and I grinned once I realized it was Fred. "Freddy boy," I grinned widely. "I hate you, Babara," he replied, laughing. He knew I hated being called Babara as much as he hated being called Freddy boy. "How was your first day?" He asked "Not good. I almost had a fight with a grade one b*tch who ended up getting me drenched in cold soda. So, I'm on my way home as we speak"

"You've never made me feel the way food does." Connor smirked, leaning in every so slightly. "You've never had me in your mouth, babe." I slapped him, not too hard, but enough for him to get the point. "Too much?" I laughed while nodding my head. "Not only was it disgusting, it was also cringe-worthy." He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm working on it." **** At the time we normally have our free period at the end of the day, there was the homecoming pep rally going on.

“That’s very kind, Mrs Fernsby but I’ve really got to get going,” “How is your father doing, dear?” Now, I have to stop. I’ve made it all the way back to the fruits. But still, this woman persists. I’m not sure that I will ever be free of her. “He’s perfectly fine, thank you.” If I have to force another smile, I might be stuck like this forever. Frozen and immortalised in pain. I suppose people will fear me a whole lot less when I become a thornback. Or whatever comes after that.

I tried to shake the feeling that they would sit by and wait for confirmation, rather than coming as soon as something went wrong, if they were actually aware of what was happening, but I couldn’t quite get rid of it. Fredrick forced me to wait long enough to eat before we were off, racing back to the hybrid’s keep. I had expected the spirit fae to cast some magical tracker like Aro had done, but they flew off before I had finished scarfing down the meal Fredrick had forced into my hands. I hope they know where they’re going. I thought to myself, as I raced through the woods towards where my friends were being held captive.

Freya asks as she hops down the stairs. “Of course,” I smile moving my arm from around Valerie and sitting forward. “Mommy, are you going to look too?” “Of course,” Val smiles at her daughter. Freya runs over, picks up her bag, unzips the zipper only for it to get stuck. I reached over and carefully helped her unstick the paper that was caught in the zipper. “Thank you, Daddy,” Freya replies as she pulls out a stack of at least fifteen pieces of paper. She reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a jellyfish and places it on the table with the stack of papers. She pulls out three more items and begins proudly holding each item and picture up. When she gets to the last one, she looks

“Ahhhh!” “Freya?!!!” Kenneth panicked. She dropped the crab, yelling, “The crab tried to amputate my finger!” Inner Devil: 'Dramatic much?' Inner Devil 2: 'Imagine losing a finger to seafood. Embarrassing.' But Freya wasn’t the one being embarrassing. Kenneth chased after the crab, grabbed it, and crushed its claws with his bare hands. He growled, “How dare you hurt my wife! Take that!” Freya, “...”