Freddy Orlando Novels & Stories

Touch me, until I can't think straight. --- (Amelia) "I- what the hell are you doing, Free?" Amelia screamed at Freya. Freya looked like a cat that just ate a whole can of tuna and still want more of it. Orion was making her crazy and Amelia could feel how aroused Freya was. She wasn't a wolf yet, but the conscience was Freya's as the wolf's instinct was now controlling the human body. And damn, Freya had always been wild, but with Orion, and his hands rubbing her all over, she was becoming wilder.

He said and she freezes. Orlando kept cussing, swearing, and cussing at everything he found in his large bedroom. It was a hard, frustrating phase for him because Kaycee refused to reveal the location and contact of Ava Sambora to him. Orlando became angered, pained, distressed, restless, and insatiable after his meeting with the manager. How silly was it of him, an arrogant billionaire like him getting drained to the brain because he was dying to meet a woman he spent a night with? ‘since when did this become a part of me?’ why this woman of other women?

Her usual happy aura was now dimmed and more sickly. “Eladia. Look at me please.” I asked more strongly this time. Her fragile body trembled as her head slowly rose. When her face fully came into view, I felt my heartbeat speed up. Blue and purple markings covered her face and the red slit in her lip told me it had been busted. My skin lit up with the burning urge to kill the individual capable to do this to such an innocent person such as Eladia. I've seen too much of it out in the village and I won't tolerate it with someone I care for.

Zayn was quite skeptical of Freddie's confidence. "Zayn—" "Uncle, I promise to bring Miss Amanda back to the mansion. I'll tell Mr. Oriaga when he returns from Russia. If you tell him now, it's bound to cause more trouble, he'll be very angry, he's not going on a vacation, Uncle. But, to solve his problems." Zayn tried to convince Freddie to go along with his wishes, he knew the risks of telling him now or when Oriaga returned, and for now, Zayn wasn't so sure, although Oriaga's anger could rage against him, maybe Zayn felt ready.

he asked, his voice deep and steady. I nodded, following his gaze to where Adriana occupied the couch we had left earlier. “I think it’s best if you sit down and tell me what you saw when Reaper attacked Armando’s compound,” he continued as we walked back. I lowered myself onto the cold cushion, ready to hear more. “I’m Orlando, the leader of the Scottsdale crew. I might have a way to convince the Elders to believe your account of seeing Reaper, so Reaper can face some consequences for his actions,” he explained, taking a seat on the log table in front of us.

His answer was terse, body stiff. “Sounds reasonable.” I looked away at the pond as I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about something else. What’s your favorite color?” “Purple and blue. What’s yours?” “Red and black. What movies do you prefer?” “Comedy.” “No way. Me too.” Soon, I ran out of questions and asked him, “What was the most embarrassing thing you did when you were younger?” Orlando chuckled. “I lost a bet and had to twerk in front of the class while wearing high heels. Worst of all, someone shot it and posted on F******k. It went viral, and they didn’t let me forget.”

He twisted Orlando's hand all the way until he heard a loud crunch of bone breaking. "Ahh...Ahhh.." Orlando is crying with pain, but Dante didn't even flinch. "You bast*rd, you want my wife to beg you? Now you beg her for your life" Dante sneered. The cheif is ready to pass out. He took a quick glance at Serene who is making everything worse. Orlando's cries pulled the chief from his head. Now, Orlando is lying on the floor with a fractured hand and blood all over his face. "I beg you, no, please. Please..." Orlando didn't even stand just a minute of Dante’s torture. He is already begging for mercy.

“What’s going to happen?” He growled, chuckling like someone who was slowly losing his sanity and patience, and indeed he was… they all were. “Just because you’re the goddess’s wolf doesn’t mean that you get to decide whatever happens to this pack.” Freya smirked, smiling as she ran her tongue over her lips smoothly. They were wrong, dead wrong. Indeed she was the goddess’s wolf, and she could do anything that pleased her. ~ Back in the dungeon, Orson faced so much torture and pain that he almost gave up on life. The daily beatings were too much, and the fresh wounds on his body were more than he could count.

"I--I want to kill those bastards!" "What?" "They kidnapped my pregnant wife! I've been looking for them for many years!" Feddy sniveled noisily. "Cheer up, my friend!" Orlando soothed him. "You found the, er, bastards! But you must plan the attack!" "Yes! Yes, you're right!" Feddy used Orlando's shirt to wipe off his tears. Orlando didn't mind. "Er, would you like to come in? I'll give you something to drink." He would give Feddy a glass of whisky if it would help calm him.

"I thought I made it very clear what would happen if you ever laid a hand on her again." Ford aims a punch at Orlando's side, but Orlando hardly flinches. "You bastard!" Ford spits out the words. "You hit me! I'm going to have you arrested for attempted murder!" He throws another punch that Orlando easily dodges. I glance toward the sportscar, blinking. In the heat of the moment, I didn't even recognize that it was Orlando's. Now I feel silly for not realizing sooner that he was the driver. "You ruined me!" Ford croaks. "You and that fucking bitch! I hope you both rot in hell!"