Freddy Puppet Novels & Stories

As Freddy went to have a word with the man whom I rightly guessed was the Commissioner, I opened my arms up for Birdie, inviting him in. He didn't even attempt to resist the invitation. He grinned widely as he ran across the room to where I stood and hugged me. I hugged him back tightly. My eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, Freddy and the Commissioner were watching our little bonding moment. As the Commissioner turned back to Freddy Z, I heard him say, “I must add that he's happiest when he's with her. He hasn't even attempted to smile since he left here. And here he is, all giddy with her. It's beautiful to see, really.”

Freddy was in my house, not sneaking, not hiding, not armed and crouched behind furniture waiting to ambush me. The bastard was stretched comfortably across my expensive cream sofa like he owned the place, one ankle resting casually over the opposite knee while a bowl of chips sat beside him on the cushion. He was watching a movie, actually watching a movie. One hand dipped lazily into the bowl, grabbed a crisp, and tossed it into his mouth while his eyes remained on the television. Like this was some friendly evening visit, like we weren’t enemies. Like he hadn’t returned from the dead to tear my empire apart.

Freddy sneers, "Are you going to kneel down and beg me to spare him?" I frown and say, "When you die, I will consider whether to kneel to you or not." Freddy's muscles tense up. he grits his teeth and shouts angrily, "Believe it or not, I will immediately have his fingers chopped off?!" I say, "Chop him up. If you do not chop him up, you are a liar." Freddy is speechless. I say, "Last time he told me that the woman he loves the most is me, but tonight he is fooling around with my sister. If you chop off his finger, how about I light a cigarette for you?"

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

Taylor nodded quickly and went to pass the message. When he returned, he was just in time to see Frederic spring up from his bed like a zombie. Then, Frederic spat out a black heap of unidentified substance. Faye quickly inserted two more needles into his back. Frederic shuddered, lowered his head again, and vomited two more times. In his last vomit, he spat out an entirely black parasite, slightly bigger than a thumb. The scariest part was the parasite was still wriggling after leaving Frederic's body.

it's you whom I truly love. "She's just an idiot. You can leave her at home as a showpiece after you marry her. How could she ever get in your way?" Zoe then stooped to his level, pinching his chin playfully as she jeered, "In the future, you and I can do whatever we want and be together whenever we like." Freddy was completely mesmerized by her. He no longer cared that he was still naked. He got to his feet and got out of the pool. He caught Zoe in an embrace, planting a wet kiss on her lips.

This soul seems useful. She had kicked off his hand which he had slipped into his pockets probably for a gun, then bent down to pick up the gun, and right there, he knew it was done for. Instantly, he rushed towards them. Freddie was now lying on the ground, crouching his abdomen. "Freddie", he shouted and ran up to them. The little figure tried picking up the pistol and he rushed forward and kicked it off, then in a flash, held her two hands in capture.

“I still have one more worm in pocket. Wait a minute.” Fredd’s jaw dropped while watching Jeshuel finding the worm in his pocket. “Y-You are keeping worm I-inside your pocket?” Fredd murmured, quite uncomfortable. Soon, a thick and large worm appeared in front of his face. “...!” His eyes widened as he held his breathe. Fredd hates worm the most but he cannot act afraid, not in front of his grandson. “This is for my grandpa!” Jeshuel said. “Come, come. Give me your hand. It is my gift.”

that boy was just another piece of furniture in the room. I observed Frederick's enormous dick in front of my face and a thread of saliva nearly escaped my lips. It was a piece of brutal engineering: pink, with veins that throbbed as if they had a life of their own and a smooth head that glistened with pre-seminal fluid. "What the hell are you waiting for, little bitch?" Frederick snapped, and I felt an electric shock in my chest. I moved my hand toward that trunk of flesh, closing my fingers around its base. I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly over the tip, savoring the salty nectar emanating from it.

If I had just have accepted the king mom would still be here. “He drew this…” Richard drew my attention to him, as he held a piece of paper out for me to see, a crayon drawing rested on it. It was quite good actually. “He’s a little artist in the making.” On the paper was a drawing of a a girl with dark hair, she had been given muscles, and her hair was tied in a ponytail that sat right at the top of her head, much like a unicorn horn which made me chuckle with tears still flowing. Is that really how Freddie viewed me? He saw me as this amazing, powerful superhero?