Golden Freddy Fan Art Novels & Stories

It's ten fingers are all artificial and implanted. They're also painted colour red. They slowly and romantically seduce my every body. My chest and abs. They seduce it all. They run sexually along it's firms thick lines. It feels my rapid beating chest. I slowly gasp. Such effect it has. I feel a head rest firmly in my naked spine. It run it's hair along my plain skin. The hairs slowly massage my every body. I lowly smile. Its all Freya. It's definitely her.

“Let me guess, this is yours?” My lips curved upward. “That’s Freya’s.” He arched his brow. “Freya?” “A friend,” I responded. “A friend?” Something sharp flicked across his eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” I said, a little curve forming on my lips. “She’s old enough to be my mother.” His eyes softened, and then he redirected his gaze back to the artwork. “It does look similar.” I nodded. “We were both inspired by the same artist.” I stood beside him and pointed left. “That’s mine.”

"Freya, can you please give me a few minutes to clear things up?" There were a lot of passers-by, and several pairs of eyes looked over. Freya didn't want to embarrass herself, so she didn't struggle anymore. She uttered in an icy voice, "Alright, I'll give you two minutes to explain. But you have to let go of me first." Freddy didn't let go. "Promise me that you won't run away." Freya repeated, "Let go of me." Freddy let go of Freya, but he did not withdraw his hand completely for fear that he wouldn't be able to grab hold of her if she tried to run away. "Honey, I love you. You're the only one I love! Please believe me!"

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

She was suddenly terrified that she was going to disgrace herself and shame Dayton somehow by not acting appropriately for the situation. "Take it, honey," Dayton smiled gently, his hand touching her back with soothing little strokes. He didn't know what was in the box but he knew it was a sculpture of some kind because that was where Brody's talents lay. He had a lump in his throat and he could feel his vampire struggling to contain her own emotions. Tentatively Freya reached for the box, slowly unwrapping the dark blue shiny paper. She lifted the lid and peered inside, a startled gasp escaping her involuntarily. Her hand almost trembled as she reached in and pulled out the pure silver figu

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

"These are his ex girlfriends. I have printed them out. Have a look." "What?" I am shocked. "I do not know much about you werewolves, but is it a habit for you to show your wives your friends' ex girlfriends' pictures?" Freddy frowns. "He is not my friend." I am speechless. "Ok, ok, ok. No one is your friend." "Oh..." I pick up the color printouts and flip through them, "All of his previous girlfriends were so sexy! They all had the S-shaped figure and fuller lips. And those lips look especially good with red lipstick... I bet men like this type of woman."

Finally, he had done it. Freya rolled her eyes, lowering her staff to glare at his reaction. "Listen up, if you can hit me like that again, I'll take you out for the end party of our city festival. We use this special powder from Draekon scales that creates this colourful burst in the sky, it's beautiful." "Are you asking me out?" Valor grinned at her. Freya rolled her eyes, "Don't make me hit you again. You only have one hour, so let's do this."

"Yes, of course." I unbuttoned the top of the shirt I was currently wearing. I showed my neck to Frey. Frey's fangs slowly came out. Her eyes turned bright red looking down at my neck. Frey stuck her fangs into my neck until the blood came out. She tasted the slowly dripping blood. She didn't suck right away like the first time she sucked my blood. But licking the blood gently as if enjoying it. "Is it good?" I asked with a slight whimper. “Hmm… yes. I like it,” Frey replied.