Freddy Tony Crynight Novels & Stories

Headlights coming at us too fast. My body moving instinctively before my mind could catch up. I remembered shoving her out of the way, the violent force of the collision, and the sickening crack as my leg twisted beneath me. I remembered lying there, unable to move, watching her cry over me—feeling useless for the very first time. And now… this. The door creaked open softly. Freya stepped inside. She looked smaller somehow—paler. Her eyes were red, like she hadn’t slept or stopped crying since the accident.

And in good time, it flashed a red light, meaning there's an emergency and they need Freyia's help. Freyia sighed. "45... Put me down, " She ordered. "Are you sure? Can you walk? " Asked by Klein. "Yes. " When Klein put her down, her hands moved fast and picked up the injections that contains narcotics. "I'm sorry... " "38, what are you...? Klein immediately got a blurry eyes. The narcotics are targeting his nervous system. It makes him weak and sleepy. After that, Freyia vanished quickly. "I'm coming... " #30

Evening crawled in, slow and golden, spilling its dying light through windows of the stone chamber. And still, Freya hadn’t moved. Not to eat. Not to rest. Not even to blink long enough for sleep. Her arms ached, cradling Torin’s cold body. Her throat was raw from silent prayers. Her lips trembled, pressing every few moments to his brow as if a kiss might spark his heart back to rhythm. But his chest had not risen. Not once.

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

Day, night, awake or asleep. It continues to torture her "Emily" it calls out "say something, play with me a little" "please leave me alone" tears fall down her face. she hasn't gotten a minute of peace, her mind no longer belongs to her, and now she shares it with this beast. perhaps this was the universe punishing her for her continuous cries and her unstop complaints of being lonely, now she was not alone and it doesn't seem like she'll never be alone again.

She notices that his entire face and his hair are partly white and Auburn. He looked gorgeous even when unconscious. Avyanna bursts out into tears. “Stop Crying, Avyanna. He has fainted, not died”. A voice from the corridor speaks with an echo. The voice makes Elektra widen her eyes in shock.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

I drop my phone in my bag and grab the cup before I make my way down the path Peter took, into the school and the gym room. "Peter. " I call out, furrowing my brows when I see no one in sight as my voice echoes back to me. "Where the fuck are you? There's no one–" the rest of my words catch up in my throat and come out as a scream, that's muffled by a palm over my mouth as my body is slammed into the wall, causing the bag and cup I have in hand to drop. A wince slips through my lips as I lift my head to meet the eyes of the mysterious and dark angry eyes are staring back at me.

Blood splatters from his mouth, but the asshole laughs, spitting blood onto the floor. “It’ll wear off,” Ryan sneers, eyes wild. “It’s just a little something to keep her quiet.” Demitri pulls out his phone, his voice dangerously low. “Tony, get over here. We’ve got a problem.” Tony. I know him, people fear Tony because he's a master are cutting away flesh without nipping at essential arteries, it means they live in his hell for longer. Hell, if Demitri’s calling Tony, things are about to get ugly fast. I would be happy to let Tony handle it—torture isn’t my style—but not tonight. Not after what this bastard did to Alissia.