Freddy X Chica Novels & Stories

I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. “It’s OK,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I started to cry again into his chest; thoughts of Richard being hurt earlier flooded my brain. Freddie was tall for his age; he was ten, the same as Richard. They were best friends, and had been since we moved in four years ago. He had chocolate brown hair, which he usually spiked up with too much gel, and light blue eyes that were like windows to his soul. When Richard looked at you it made you feel like you could fly.

Frank tries to go for Freddy's throat, but Freddy slaps his face away with his large paw before he quickly uses his hind legs flipping Frank off of him. They both quickly get back to their feet, growling. Freddy moves quickly biting down on Frank's shoulder shaking him back and forth, before taking him to the ground. Before Frank could get back up Freddy is back on him ripping fur and flesh from Frank. Freddy quickly moves to lock his jaws on Frank's throat forcing him to submit.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

And I’d be damned if I let anyone—Bryan, Rachelle, or anyone else—make her feel otherwise. After the meeting, I shot her a quick message. Me: Everything okay back home? Her reply came in moments later. Freya: All good. Lucy brought cupcakes. We’re stress-eating. Want one later? I stared at her message and felt the tension in my chest begin to ease. Me: Only if you save me two. One for surviving Bryan. One for defending you more than I should. Freya: You’re getting three now. I smiled, pocketing my phone.

"And what kind of festivities are you interested in?" Lacey knew it wouldn't be long before Frieda had the guy under her skin. With her ginger hair, matching freckles, and makeup making her bedroom green eyes more pronounced, Frieda was like a walking sex doll. That didn't seem to bother her at all. "I think I'm better at showing than telling."

Freddie batted his innocent eyes, twisting the truth with ease. Rebecca chimed in, supporting him. "Yes, I really did fall for Freddie at first sight! So what? I'm a person, not some item belonging to Tyler! I have my own rights and independence!" These statements were exaggerated and posted online again, and at the same time, Christina shared a photo of herself with Freddie on her private social media. In the photo, they were hugging each other, their faces pressed close together. The caption read, [Freddie, it's all my fault you're suffering. From now on, you're my only son!]

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?"

said Amayas, my driver, breaking me from my thoughts. "What?" He pointed to a dark alley. "Stop the car," I ordered. There on a corner is a bunch of what looked like teenagers gathered around a petite girl, her brown tall hair was a mess, she had bruises all over her face, she reminded me of that girl. They threw all her clothes to the ground with one guy holding an empty bag, and a blue scarf. While she stood there, glaring at them. What's wrong with her? Why isn't she fighting them?

Again. I shot out of bed and sprinted for the door. The second I yanked the door open, I ran straight into Felicity's furious face. Her eyes blew wide—like she was hitting the same line in a script she'd recited for lifetimes. "Lydia Lloyd! Seriously? You're my best friend, and you sneak around with my boyfriend? No wonder you kept telling me to chill—you're the side piece!" She didn't even pause. She whipped out the knife and drove it straight for my chest.