Freddyna Fazbear Nigth Club Novels & Stories

"If playing the villain is what it takes to get that mating severance, I'll play it. I want Cassian to be so sick of the sight of me that he kicks me out of the Ironthorn Pack himself." Fred stood up straight. "I've got a booth at the club tonight. Come by after work. I'm bringing that disaster-werewolf, Isaiah, too." An idea sparked in my mind. "Can I bring Samantha?" Fred blinked, surprised, then shrugged. "Sure. Whatever." After Fred left, I paced back and forth alone in front of the window. Then I made two phone calls—one to a friend, and the other to Samantha. Around 7:00 PM, the Imperial Club was a chaotic mess of heavy metal and clashing pheromones.

“Where.” Kris answered fast. “Halden House. The atrium. Cameras live there all day. Business people, society people, reporters pretending they’re not reporters.” Winnie frowned. “That’s a lot.” Freeda swung her legs off the bed. “He told the world we were still committed while I was asleep. That’s a lot.” Scott looked at her. “No touching.” Freeda glanced at him. “No touching.” “Understood,” Scott said. By two thirty, Freeda was dressed. She wore a black dress, her hair in a ponytail, and no jewelry that meant anything. Winnie fussed with her collar, as if she were angry with the fabric.

“Let me ask Caroline if there’s any rock party in the Grizzly Pack territory. If not, we’ll have to head to a human city farther out.” I dialed Caroline. “Rock party?” Her voice on the other end sounded confused at first. “Oh my god, that thing that’s loud enough to shake your brain loose—you actually like that?” “Can’t help it. Personal taste.” I laughed. “Well, I personally hate it, but…” Caroline’s tone suddenly switched into full-on Luna mode. “As a responsible Luna, I keep track of all entertainment options within the pack. About thirty miles north of the manor, there’s a place called ‘Kuangxiong Bar.’ They’ve got live rock bands every night. Young grizzlies love it.”

Aria “I fucking love New York!” Faye whisper-shouts when we slip past the two burly bouncers of Hot N’ Bothered. We race into the club on our heels—I stole a pair of Louboutins from mommy dearest, and Faye has her sister’s pair of Pradas on—brushing past sweaty shoulders, loud drunks and couples grinding against one another.

Roy's POV Opera? Concert? Was Freddy stimulated by something? Is he haunted? Freddy says, "Choose what women in their early twenties like to watch." I am finally enlightened. I cover my mouth and snicker. Remembering that I am talking on the phone, and he can not see me snickering, I put down my hands and laugh wantonly and silently. "Yes, Alpha, I will book the ticket and will send you the information." I come to the Barnett Group the next morning.

I am so freakn' lucky. The End Up Next: Already Freakn' Mated

“Me too! But don’t be loud, Red might hear us. He’ll scold me. You know I’m trying to stay a virgin. Amen.” Grey chuckled. “Good son.” Blue adjusted in his seat. “Good son your face. My ass is heating up.” Katleya sat on a black chair. Even while sitting, she had no belly fat. “Sh*t!” Blue groaned, biting his lip and trying to restrain himself. His erection was already painfully hard. “I’m about to c*m, Blue!” Grey said with desperation. Blue turned to him and gave a weird look. “Weaksh*t.” The music started, and Katleya’s supporters screamed. She danced to Jason Derulo’s Swalla. The crowd stood and danced along.

Freya asked, her eyebrows shooting up in curiosity. "I'm thinking that The Den has a guest list with my name on it," Sofia said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "It’s the biggest club in the city. Everyone goes. It’s loud, it’s dark, and the music is so heavy you can't hear yourself think—which is exactly what we need tonight." “Up up up everyone” she was dragging us to a sitting position. I looked down at my oversized hoodie and the messy bun I’d thrown my hair into.

Pitch dark inside was punctuated by spiraling neon spotlights, flickering strobe lights, and the black-lit haze of scantily clad bodies undulating on a tightly packed dance floor. Nina sauntered in first, leading the way. She reached up and touched the bouncer’s chest with her fingertips and dragged them along his pecs as she passed by. He grinned like an idiot, adjusted his pants, and as she looked back and winked at him, snapped his teeth at her playfully. Kayden grasped Nina’s hand when she reached back for him. The Gammas followed. The door swung shut behind them, and they were swallowed whole by the wild world of Freak Night at Bad Wolf.