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Letta said again, making Freya immediately walk back and sit right in the middle between Marco and Letta. "We can rest for a while. After that, we'll ride it. How about that?" Marco said, making Freya nod. There was no other way because she really wanted to see the fireworks show while riding the Ferris wheel. Freya then chose to eat some snacks she bought, like cotton candy, ice cream bread, and other sweet foods. For today, Letta did allow Freya to eat as many sweets as she wanted, but afterward, Letta always limited the sweets for Freya.

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.

Jingo’s. The sugary smell of cotton candy and fried dough. The oil-fried scent of blooming onions. Hot dogs, hamburgers, and Italian sausage. The tang of garlic knots and pizza. Instant association conjured memories of riding the Ferris Wheel high into the sky, letting gravity press him back into the mildly uncomfortable cushions of the Zero G, the dizzying spins of the Tilt-A-Whirl and the slashes of The Scrambler, and last but not least: The Flying Bobs. The ride promising whiplash to the thundering bass of whatever new rock song was dominating the airwaves.

Chapter 41. *.* Freddy moved closer to the cage and examined what he saw closely. "Hmm," he said and stretched his hand into the cage, he touched the blood and took his hand out of the cage. He took it to his nose and sniffed. He tasted it and smiled. "When do zombies start having red blood?" He smiled as he felt triumphant already. "And this blood is delicious" he started nodding as he gave the cage a very long stare.

Chapter Sixteen “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Freddy said as Kim walked around the counter at The Grind and tucked her purse away. Snagging an apron, she walked straight to the pastry case and pulled out two fudgy brownies. Freddy cocked a brow. “Don’t judge,” Kim replied right before taking a large bite. Then, moaning like a porn star with her eyes closed, Kim managed to utter, “Oh my God, this is amazing.”

Roy's POV Opera? Concert? Was Freddy stimulated by something? Is he haunted? Freddy says, "Choose what women in their early twenties like to watch." I am finally enlightened. I cover my mouth and snicker. Remembering that I am talking on the phone, and he can not see me snickering, I put down my hands and laugh wantonly and silently. "Yes, Alpha, I will book the ticket and will send you the information." I come to the Barnett Group the next morning.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Freddy grinned. “Follow my lead.” They joined a small crowd of other late-night bar goers—the only difference were they were in cars—slipping into the drive-thru lane on foot and advancing with the line as if they belonged there. Gemma lowered her voice. “Um, will they actually let us do this?” Freddy just winked. “We’re about to find out.” They walked up and stood at the glowing order speaker. Freddy leaned in, all confidence. “We’d like an order of fries and two chocolate shakes, please.”

Suddenly, my phone vibrates on the sink. My heart leaps in my chest. I grab it, fingers trembling. An unknown number. But I know. I know. I unlock the screen. A message. A single one. — You wear my mark. Don't forget who you belong to. Next time, it will be further. Deeper. 7 p.m. Be ready.

All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy heard Jefferson's reply, his anxiety spiked once again. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed towards them and beat them up. However, it was Jefferson who he was speaking to. Beating him up? What a joke. Freddy would be cowering and backing up against the wall. It had only been two days since Florence showed up, but Freddy had lost a lot of weight within that short period of time. The stubble on his face added years to his appearance, making him look pitiful.

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.