Golden Freddy Human Novels & Stories

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

"Fifty." The square erupted. People were shouting now, pushing to see who would pay such a price for a human slave. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. The trader's mouth hung open. He looked at Garrett, but the scarred alpha had gone pale. Slowly, he shook his head and backed away. "Sold!" The trader's voice cracked. "Sold to the hooded bidder for fifty gold pieces!" Guards rushed forward and cut the ropes from my wrists. My hands were numb. Everything felt like a dream, hazy and unreal.

It was time to go. As the twins drove me back, I finally learned the redhead guy’s name—Freddy. He wasn’t what I expected. He might look like trouble with his fire-colored hair, but he was serious, composed. Apparently, he was second-in-command after Ivan. Frank, on the other hand, was more relaxed—playful, almost too sweet for someone who could probably snap a neck if he wanted to.

Fred said, helping her to her feet. “I don’t suppose being allergic to silver as a human wouldn’t have helped.” She always had a severe reaction to silver jewelry and always had to go for gold or not bother at all. “As a wolf that pain would be magnified,” Fred said. “I guess.” The silver fucking hurt. She watched Jane being led away and started struggling within Fred’s arms. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?” “We have a deal. I keep my word.” “You’ve just slaughtered my entire pack. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

"Get lost! Get off of me! Don't touch me!" But her resistance only seemed to fuel Freddy's twisted desire. A dark urge consumed him, his gaze fixated on her tearful state. He yearned to punish her, a twisted fulfillment of a depraved fantasy. As Freddy reached for his belt, the door swung open with a bang. Two figures—a man and a woman—stood framed in the doorway, their expensive clothes marking their affluent status. "My, my, Freddy," a woman in a crimson dress purred, her voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you couldn't resist any longer." She folded her arms, relishing the unfolding chaos.

How can a man like him, an old man twice my size and age want to do such a thing, this is disgusting. I cannot endure it all. This is too much. "So you choose the hard way, huh?" He looked at my trembling frame and started walking towards me. I pinned myself to the door, sitting there my head between my knees crying and begging for him to stop where he was. That was all I had to protect myself. I was that hopeless I knew when he intends something he does it, no matter what the price is. However, I never lost hope., I still had God. He grabbed me from my hair trying to entangle me from the position I was in. I tightened my grip on my knees as he was about to slap me, we heard.

Her usual happy aura was now dimmed and more sickly. “Eladia. Look at me please.” I asked more strongly this time. Her fragile body trembled as her head slowly rose. When her face fully came into view, I felt my heartbeat speed up. Blue and purple markings covered her face and the red slit in her lip told me it had been busted. My skin lit up with the burning urge to kill the individual capable to do this to such an innocent person such as Eladia. I've seen too much of it out in the village and I won't tolerate it with someone I care for.

She was alive! “Uh, I would, but she’s out again.” Fallon cursed, tossed the unit to the soldier and bolted for his stag beast. The ugly reptile looked like a horse on steroids crossed with an ankylosaur, but it had speed to match its grouchy temperament, and that’s what he needed. He reached the docks in record time and had to shove his way through the crowd that had formed as news of the rescue spread. The fishermen carefully transferred Rain to the medic’s anti-gravity stretcher, wincing as she groaned.

“And I told the lady that she was crazy and that we wanted what we wanted, but she told me what’s done is done and now I’m telling you it’s done. We have to do it earlier.” “Ok well then, I guess we will do it earlier,” I say, shrugging. “I know you hate it, but you just have to de-” Freddie pauses, staring at me like I have an arm growing out of my head. “You’re really okay with that?” He asks, completely taken aback. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask him. “Oh, I don’t know. I distinctly remember three other times when the humans moved the date of our show and you lost your shit…”

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.