Freddy X Mike Novels & Stories

Mike pushes a table closer to Danteson and lays his hands on the table. "W-what... W-what are you.... tryna do..." "Shhh! Stay silent and watch!" Mike takes out his plier and pegs his forefinger on it, he twist the plier and Danteson scream as he hears his finger breaking. Mike laughs. "Yeah! That's it, scream for me baby" He continues breaking Danteson's fingers, when he's done with all ten fingers he keeps the plier and pick a hand blade. "B-boss.... please..... plea....."

He is in pain, and he is almost dying. “Wow! that’s hard” I shouted as if I won a lottery for what Echo did to Mike. Mike is no longer moving or making any sounds. We danced and kissed each other while Mike fainted. The game was not yet over, but I considered my victory. After kissing each other, we went upstairs, inside my room, and we made love again.

I made my way to the storage door and pushed it open. “Oh, God! Mike, Harder!” I stood still, shocked at the sight in front of me. On the pallet of sugar to the side, Mike and Tiffany were hard at work on each other. Mike’s ass bounced up and down as Tiffany’s legs were spread to either side of his hips, garishly up in the air like she was a paid p**n star. The wet sounds of slapping filled the air as Mike grunted away inside my friend. “Mike?” I gasped shocked. The bag of flour I was carrying was forgotten as I dropped it from my grasp. It hit the floor with an audible thud as the bag split and flour permeated the air.

And she seemed to resemble Freya, their facial features very similar. She belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. “Good morning,” she said softly. Freya nodded politely, and I noticed her shoulders stiffen just a little. It was interesting—seems like she felt it too. Good. “Can we talk?” Miya asked, eyes shifting to me. Freya spoke before I could. “About what?” Miya’s smile didn’t waver. “Medical options.” Freya’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. I saw it. She didn’t trust Miya.

Mike commanded. They dragged me off the counter and forced me down onto the kitchen floor. I knelt between them like a worshipper, mouth watering. Mike grabbed my hair and shoved his cock straight down my throat. I gagged violently as he hit the back of my throat, tears instantly streaming down my face. Jax slapped his heavy dick across my cheeks and eyes, smearing precum everywhere while Mike face-fucked me with deep, punishing strokes. “Choke on Daddy’s cock,” Mike grunted. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Sneaking glances at me for years while pretending to be my daughter’s innocent friend.”

Mike cried out in pain, "Alex, you beast! When did Jessie get pregnant with her two children? I won't forgive you!" If Mike didn't know that both of Alex's children belonged to Jessie, he wouldn't have provoked Mike to fall out with Fifi so quickly. When he returned to R City from X City, he came here because he wanted to fight Alex to the death for the rest of his life. Mike would never forget Fifi telling him that Fifi's uncle's two children belonged to Jessie. Fifi's expression was vicious and proud. Mike felt like he was a fool. He had been cuckolded for five years, but he did not know about it at all.

Mike gave me a flirtatious look, before taking his eyes down to my almost exposed cities, he licked his lips and started drawing lines of my tities. “I want to fuck you before she kills you,” He smiled, “We want to fuck you before you die since you are a whore,” In anger, I spat on his face. “You are fucking disgusting,” I yelled. He wiped the spit off his face before looking at me again. “You are so dead,” He growled, raising his hand to hit me. I just closed my eyes and waited for the pain. “Stop,” A familiar voice yelled, and in anger, Mike moved back.

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

By the sound of his voice, the man would rather stay right where he was. Mike gave him a scathing glare. “The day my dad needs your help to deal with some pup is the day I’ll cut his throat.” Mike turned to me and gave me that familiar cruel, cold smile of his. “Don’t worry Missy. He won’t kill your precious mate… yet. That’s going to be my pleasure,” he said, and took my wrists in his hands. I gasped at the sharp pain lancing up my left arm. Zip tying my wrists together, Mike said to the others, “Be ready to leave as soon as he gets back. Blue Crescent is on our tail.”