Freddy Orlando Novels & Stories

As he stormed out of the room, Nora ran to inform Dom of the disaster that was about to be struck. Freddie had made a beeline towards Liliana's cell. Being a beta, he had the authority to open the dungeon. He entered as he laid punch after punch on the unsuspecting Lily on the stone floor of the dungeon while muttering, "Eye for eye, blood for blood, sister for sister." on repeat. Before Freddie could strangle the starved Liliana to death, Dom reached just in time to pry a hysterical Freddie off of her as tears rolled down his face at the loss of the only reminder he had left of his parents.

She may be able to feel other people’s emotions, but she will also be able to project her emotions to them. “Hi Mom,” Ora says as she sits next to me. Mom, she called me mom. I can’t wait to tell Edgar. “Ah, Ora. I have something for you.” Frederick reached into his pocket. “It was one of the first visions I ever had. I didn’t know who it was for, just that it was important to someone. I saw a picture in your Aunt Jo’s room and knew it was for you.” He reached out with his fist clenched. Ora reached out and Frederick dropped something into her hand. “I have kept this safe for over forty years.”

he asked in a relaxed tone of voice with a tinge of curiosity. Orlando took a moment to think about the weekend he had just had. All of it. He had finally seen his family, after more than eighteen years. He stuffed drugs down a man’s throat until he overdosed. Elena left his home, and got kidnapped and he had to link up with his friend and old partner in what the news described as a “gun battle showdown”

“Orlando, look at this carefully. You’re infertile. You can never have children. “As for the divorce, if you refuse to sign the agreement, I’ll take you to court.” After that, I rose and left. I did not want to have anything to do with him again. With his criminal record, the divorce case was easy to tackle. Before the divorce case was finalized, Orlando went viral on the internet again. I did not know how he had managed to get out on parole. But the first thing he did after being released was stab Catherine to death. He killed both her and the unborn child. Orlando had murdered a pregnant woman in broad daylight. The heinous act brought him a swift death sentence.

I wanted to blame Emma for everything, but it was Elroy who had said those words, and though I could see he regretted them, he meant them at the time. “You need a change of clothes,” Orlando said. “We didn’t have time to pack, you might remember,” Jordan told him with a frown. Orlando nodded. “I thought I would go to into town and purchase some basics.” “It’s a kind thought,” I said, “but I can spend two days in the same robes without scandalizing the Goddess.” “Surely you’re going to be gone for more than a day or two,” Orlando said.

“Now, I am going to keep you here for weeks...no, maybe a month, making you regret being born. When I'm done with you, you are going to regret every life decision you have ever made up to this point, especially laying your filthy hands on my woman.” As I clamped the pliers around his pinky finger, Orlando threw his head back and screamed, a raw, primal sound that was capable of sending chills down anyone's back. But I revelled in it, enjoying each time his eyes rolled to his head, the way his body convulsed in pain and torment. The fucker couldn't even stand two minutes of pain and he was already whimpering like a baby.

Minnie remarked with a smile. "Our Freddy," Orlander chuckled, clapping a hand on Freddy's shoulder, "never had a girlfriend! He gets flustered around women. But for Lauren, he's going all out!" To everyone's surprise, Betty burst out laughing, shattering the pleasant atmosphere. Smiles froze on Orlander's and Minnie's faces. Freddy, fearing exposure, broke into a cold sweat.

I launched myself at his soaked throat, but he leapt back and used his long, bloodied tail to strike me across the face. I recoiled, my skin stinging and dripping from his anger. It felt like it had been ripped away. I couldn’t even tell if I was bleeding from the amount of his blood that smothered me. Orlando used my shock to latch his teeth around my neck and shake his head furiously. He was trying to tear my skin off, tightening his grip to ensure I couldn’t escape. His growling turned into a cry of pain when I tore into his exposed side and wriggled free from his jaws. I snapped my teeth around his soft throat and slammed Orlando into the ground to pin him underneath me.

He was shaking her shoulders while she sobbed incoherently. “You’re not well, my love. I should never have suggested this.” “No, you shouldn’t,” agreed a voice. And they turned to see Frederick aiming a trident at them. It seemed he wanted to become the new ruler of Ormond, with or without Megan. Fortunately, he insisted they inhabit the cell which housed the trapdoor beneath some less-than-wholesome straw.

Orlando let out a short, humorless laugh. “What can’t happen to you?” he shot back. “Do you hear yourself?” The air in the room shifted instantly, tension threading through it like a pulled wire. Aiden frowned. “It’s just tutoring, Orlando. I go there, I teach, and I leave. Nothing has happened so far.” “That’s exactly the problem,” Orlando snapped, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing has happened yet.” Silence fell for a second. “You’re getting too comfortable,” Orlando continued, his voice lower now, more controlled but somehow more dangerous because of it. “You think just because your pheromones have been quiet for a month, everything is suddenly safe?”