Freddy Fazbar Novels & Stories

He shows no sign of disgust, instead he tops up my third glass. “And, what else? What else happened after they saw you?” I glance at the contents of the glass, the red liquid swirling in there, that day playing at the back of my head, the screams of horror, cries of disappointment. I chug the glass. “Slow down.” he chides, peeling the glass from me. “And Freddy made it his life’s mission to save the family from embarrassment. He was going to un-gay me, no matter what. That’s what he called it too.” I chuckle, but it’s bitter.

“Right now, I’m angry. I mean… furious. I want something to make me forget for a while. Something that will put me in a better mood.” Freya didn’t answer. The silence stretched. “Freya?” I pressed. Then her voice came back, slower this time. “Go to a strip bar.” I blinked. “A strip bar?” “Yes,” she said, her tone firm now. “Go watch the girls. Drink and let them dance for you. Trust me, it will take your mind off whatever’s burning you alive right now.” I leaned back on the bed, letting her words sink in. The idea slid into my mind like smoke.

Her broken jaw was completely healed now and she felt no trouble with it. Alpha Marcus was an arrogant man. He was also a pervert. It was his perverted nature that made him have his basement soundproofed. Adrienne had no doubt that the crash she had made would not be heard by the inhabitants of the floors above. Her only problem was the guards standing right outside.

He cups my face with his large hands. “Whatever it is we will face it together” he leans in and kisses my forehead. His dark navy eyes searched my face for a second before he tugs my hand “Come on lets go taste Fran’s legendary cooking before evening training remember we are taking it” I just smile and follow him. The smell of freshly baked cakes has my stomach rumbling the minute we step inside the cabin. Harriet rushes to us excitedly holding some freshly baked cupcakes out to us. “Look what aunt Fran helped me make, they are pink my favourite colour” her little face bright and happy. Fran stands holding the baby behind her laughing. I bend down and scoop Harriet up.

Caleb blinked, then chuckled softly as he pulled his glasses from his pocket and held them up. “You forgot these, didn’t you?” Freya smirked. “Put them on before I tell you what you look like without them.” “Please don’t,” Caleb groaned, already anticipating the jab. “Oh, come on,” Freya teased. “It’s not that bad. I was going to say… you look like a female monkey.”

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

They surrounded Frederick on all sides, determined to block his path completely. Barrett led the charge. He stood directly in front of Frederick, and said scornfully, "Your father was an ungrateful wretch, but I didn't expect his son to be even worse than him! Like father, like son—they say rats always find their holes!" Without looking up, Frederick grabbed Barrett's finger and spat icily, "If I'm a rat, what does that make you? A rat's nest?" Then, Frederick twisted and broke Barrett's finger without hesitation.

Eager for revenge, Carren strangled Ruby. Jay lifted his chest, but Frederik pushed him back. "Hahaha, don't try so hard, asshole! We've been on the streets longer. We're more dangerous than you think! You see her?" Frederik pointed his head at Carren, smirking. "Carren is a baby-eating creature. She's got a lot of experience breaking older people's necks. That little girl is like a bug to her." Jay growled violently. What energy he had left was concentrated in a single headbutt. He smashed his forehead against Frederik's nose. Frederik's scream followed the crunch of broken bones as he finally disappeared from Jay's body.

That was why it was useless to say anything more. Freddy added, "Jefferson, can I ask you for a favor." "What is it about?" Jefferson replied. "I know I didn't kill anyone, but since I'm a suspect, it won't be any good if this spreads. Can you please do me a favor and keep this a secret? I can't let Freya know about this." Freddy was not afraid of anything. The only thing he was afraid of was Freya misunderstanding him further. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to clear things up, which would make Freya's misunderstanding toward him grow even deeper.

He is humble enough to provide me with an answer, “Freddie is a cheeky bastard.” I no longer doubt if it's real or not because I know it is when he inserts two fingers inside me to prep me. Oh God! Am I ready for it?