Freddy Nightmare Freddy Novels & Stories

Freya would beg, her tiny voice cracking. But the nanny never listened. She would shove the little girl back into the room and turn the key. Click. That sound had haunted Freya’s dreams for twenty years. She would spend the entire night hitting the door until her tiny hands bled, crying for a mother who was thousands of miles away. The darkness was her enemy, a thick, heavy blanket that made her feel like she was being buried alive. It was the root of a deep depression that started before she even hit puberty—a secret she never told her parents because she knew they wouldn't believe their "perfect" nanny was a monster.

Did someone enter through the window? To test that theory, I call the name that comes to mind, “Freddy? Is that you?” No answer. The thumping sound gets louder. It sounds like someone is walking to the bathroom door, and I open my mouth to shout but fall silent once Freddy stumbles out of it. What is strange is that he doesn’t quite look like himself. He is drenched in a cold sweat, and I freeze when his eyes lift to mine. They are entirely black, while his teeth are elongated.

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.

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

he asked, looking at her intently. Without Freya knowing, he had been really worried about her. Ever since she told him about having a nightmare, he hadn't got a decent sleep waiting for that to happen. He saw how peaceful her sleep was, but in the morning, she would tell him that she had dreamed of being in the palace. Until one night, he was watching her in her sleep and thought that nothing was going to happen. But Freya suddenly screamed, "Daaaaad..." "No, mom... he's going to kill Dad..."

“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.

It wouldn't hurt to make a new friend, now that both my boyfriend and my best friend were away, right? I slowly stood up to my feet turning around to face him, but my eyes widened instantly, at the scene before me. I saw him again, clearly this time. I saw my father, charging at Fred with a club in his hand. Before I could manage to get words out of my mouth, he hit Fred at the back of his head, knocking the latter out cold. My lips trembled, as I struggled to let out a sound, but for some reason, I couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off my father too, as he slowly advanced towards me, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Freya felt battered, it felt like she had been there again, that damned fist forcing her into submission. “Delicious, you are a rare one. You have darker memories still.” She said with a wicked smile. “I’ll take them all.” She said and then Freya was plunged into her nightmare again. She opened her eyes and she was in a dark little hole. The trapdoor was shut from above her and just before it closed, she saw the face of the male that shut the trapdoor. “Father.” She whispered with disbelief.

I wailed, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started moving in deep and punishing strokes that made the heavy oak desk creak and scrape across the floor. “Fuck… this tight little cunt is gripping Daddy’s cock so perfectly,” he snarled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked me like an animal, hips snapping relentlessly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and the filthy squelching of my soaked pussy. I came again hard around his cock almost immediately, screaming “Daddy!” as my walls spasmed and another smaller squirt leaked out around his thick shaft, soaking his balls and the desk beneath us.

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.