Freddy Fazbar Novels & Stories

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

It was time to go. As the twins drove me back, I finally learned the redhead guy’s name—Freddy. He wasn’t what I expected. He might look like trouble with his fire-colored hair, but he was serious, composed. Apparently, he was second-in-command after Ivan. Frank, on the other hand, was more relaxed—playful, almost too sweet for someone who could probably snap a neck if he wanted to.

“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, “...”

“I think I passed out and when I came around I saw 416 break his arm chains free. Jacob stabbed him with a needle but whatever he gave him didn’t take effect fast enough. I think he’s dead! I think that thing killed him before it collapsed to the floor.” God forgive me, she silently prayed as her mouth closed. The security guards grabbed for their Taser guns, one of them fumbling to press in a code to get the doors open, and then they rushed inside 416’s cell. The door sealed behind them. Another security team arrived, along with some of the medical staff. It was Dr. Brennor who treated her in one of the employee rooms. He looked grim as he cleaned her mouth. “You’ll be fine.” She nodded. “W

he responds, still smiling. Freddie looks at the pack house and whistles. “Nice place. Better than the crappy place they make me stay in back home. Want to show me around?” Freddie asked. “I’m sorry. Should we not wait for your dad?” I asked Freddie. “Dad?” He looked confused. “You know the Council Member.” Freddie snickers. “That would be me.” I’m shocked. I always thought Council Members were old grumpy men who wear suits to work and take life too seriously. But Freddie is the total opposite. He’s young, trendy and friendly.

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

Freddie's sacrifice was evident, his willingness to bear the consequences of the tragic accident. He knew the pain he had caused Lucia, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer further. In the aftermath, Richard was laid to rest, his absence leaving an indelible void in Lucia's heart. The funeral was a solemn affair, filled with sorrow and unanswered questions. Family and friends gathered to say their tearful goodbyes, while Lucia stood by Freddie's side, grateful for his bravery and devastated by the price he had paid. As the gavel fell in the courtroom, Freddie was sentenced to fifteen years of imprisonment. It was a heavy punishment, a weight that would haunt Lucia's thoughts for years to c

“Kids, this is Freddy. He’s a... business partner of mine.” “A business partner?” Felicia repeated, crossing her arms. Freddy crouched down to their level, offering a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Felicia and Isreal. Your mom’s told me a lot about you.“ I didn't tell him anything about them but I was not going to correct him before them. Where was Sabrina by the way? “Really?” Felicia asked, her curiosity piqued. “Really,” Freddy said. “She says you’re a fantastic artist, and Isreal here is great at building things.”