Golden Freddy Fanart Novels & Stories

I swiped the text open, and what I saw next made me freeze. It was two pictures. Both were of Freddy and a woman whose face was not quite showing. But I know that blonde hair. I knew that figure. It was his wife, Lilyanna. In the first picture, they were on a beach – Petty Island – I recognised. Freddy was lying on the sand, and Lilyanna was lying in a way that a part of her body was on top of his, and her face was only inches away from his. His hand was tangled in her hair, his lips dangerously close to hers.

I sat down on the floor just outside her cell and said softly, “Hi, I'm Freya. What are you up to?” She cautiously turned to face me, and her beauty took my breath away. She had ash-blonde hair, and the brightest blue/green eyes. She was so pretty, it looked like her face had been sculpted to perfection. A button nose, high cheekbones, and a set of lips that would put the Kardashians to shame. She didn't reply, but she did hold up her pad to show me what she was doing. She had drawn a picture of me, surrounded by flames and lightning bolts. The picture was amazing and ridiculously detailed, I needed to see it closer. “Do you mind if I come in and look at it?” I asked her with confidence.

I asked. He stared at me for a while, “Do you have a problem with Freya? You shouldn’t be so cheeky, all she is trying to do is be nice to you.” he said. I guffawed, “And did I ask for her kindness? Don’t tell me you are blind or your Alpha senses have been blocked. You are my mate!” I snapped.

Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires. "That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

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

"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."

“Not on the internet.” Winnie snorted. “Thank God.” Freeda took three photos. In the first, the light hit the ring too hard. In the second, her expression looked too guarded. In the third, she looked like herself. Hand resting lightly over the line of her stomach, not posed, just there. Wife. Founder. Woman. Mother, still small and new in the sentence, but true. She chose the third one. Kris got up and looked over her shoulder. “That one.”

His cheeks get a cute slight reddish tint, as her draws back. Freddie rubs his neck nervously. “It’s just something small.” I can see he feels a little uncomfortable looking at the previous gifts. “Freddie, it’s always the thought and gesture that counts. Not the amount of money spent,” I tell him and mean it that way. Opening the box, my eyes start to glisten again. Inside there’s a small notebook, the cover has a picture of me printed in the background with what seems a glowing surrounding me and a white wolf up front. Underneath in cursive letters, it says, “My Luna”.

I clip. Curled up on her bay window I finally take her in. Freya looks beautiful. The yellow compliments her hazel eyes beautifully. Her chestnut brown hair comes down in voluminous waves all the way to her hip. The yellow ball gown clings to her waist and flairs down elegantly. There's an assortment of gems and diamonds on the bodice and skirt accentuating the already gorgeous gown. Freya is a goddess and the Alpha would be stupid not to pick her... if he could get past the fact she's bat shit crazy.