Freddy Origin Novels & Stories

“You still haven’t answered the question I asked.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “Which one?” “How are both of you related?” Then Freddy suddenly stepped in smoothly with a lazy smile resting proudly on his face. “Fairy tales,” he answered casually. I frowned slightly. “What?” He shrugged shamelessly. “Betrayal, blood, fake brotherhood, bullets, revenge… you know, the usual romantic family story.” Alex rolled his eyes tiredly. “You truly enjoy sounding insane.” “I am insane,” Freddy replied proudly. “That’s why I’m surviving.”

"You putas think I'm stupid enough to leave you here unwatched and unguarded?" "What the fuck do you want, Freddy?" I hissed, taking a step back. "Ah," Freddy smirked. "This isn't about want, Caterina. This is about getting my revenge. Revenge to the De Marchis who's been killing my family for centuries. Hunting us like dogs." I hated the way he said my name. It was venomous and filled with malice. "My dear Harrieta, did you know that your father killed my parents and my sister? Did you know that my sister was sleeping, clueless of the family business—innocent and helpless when your father decided to slit her throat?"