Golden Freddy Human Novels & Stories

She was scared to death and wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Freddie continued to walk and pull her along. Finally, they got to a door with two men at the entrance. Freddie showed them an ID card and they let them enter immediately. Four men were seated around a table, playing cards, with bottles of vodka spread across the same table. They all looked above fifty years of age. The first man wore a red shirt, unbuttoned and showing hairy chest. His hair was jet black and permed. He wore a gold chain too. The three other men wore black leather jackets and black jeans. They were looking far from good guys.

But she was stupid and decided to play a double agent, which could have easily endangered my mother's life or even mine if she hadn't gotten caught. When I caught her, I did not end her life immediately even though I wanted to. Instead, I severely tortured, and I blackmailed her with her family, especially her six year old child. I threatened that I was going to kill her if she did not do exactly as I told her to do. Jade knew me, and knew that no matter how horrendous my threats were, I could do them if I wanted to. So, she spent a few weeks doing dirty work that I wanted her to do, hoping to live, and also make sure that her daughter was not harmed. But the truth was that I had no intentio

*Kiera* The private jet hums softly around us, a comforting backdrop to the excitement bubbling in my chest. I glance over at Frida, her face aglow with anticipation as she cradles Webby in her lap. The little golden retriever puppy is squirming and pawing at her, occasionally letting out a tiny yip that makes us all laugh. I can’t help but smile at the sight; it’s like watching a living embodiment of joy.

A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Okay,” Freddy said, already bouncing to her feet. “I’m gonna go for my jog, and if you help me tackle this disaster when I get back, I’ll show you all the good places to go. You know—the ones that don’t card.” Gemma reached for her phone, then pointed toward the desk. “I’ll help if you bring back a mocha latte. There’s money right there.” Freddy plucked the ten‑dollar bill off the desk and held it up. “Awfully trusting, aren’t you? Just handing me cash.”

until I looked at him and saw his mischievous smirk, the dark glint in his eyes as he rubbed his palms together. Uh-oh. I glanced at Dylan his eyes were cold and fixed on Freddie, his expression unreadable. "I've got just one request," Freddie drawled, grinning. "An easy one at that-" "Yes? What is it?" Dylan cut in, sounding slightly impatient. "Give Dylan a lap dance," Freddie said. My eyes widened instantly. My jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!" I gasped, utterly gobsmacked. "Yes! He's your husband. Makes it even easier," Gwen chimed in, grinning like a lunatic.

Freddy swirled his finger there on her slit as he then leaned forward and then set to trying to impress her with the skill he had when it came to eating pussy. Though she tried to make to him feel good about his skills, she wasn’t that impressed. The fifteen minutes went by, and he almost whined that his time was up. “Now go out and come back in forty minutes.” “Awe, this part sucks,” Fredy said as he looked at the doctor. “Might suck but making her feel comfortable is more important.” the doctor said as he moved the other man to the door. He turned to Michelle as he closed the door. “Well, that was anti-climactic.” “It was,” Michelle said as she made a face.

His lips twitch when he kneels in front of me and whispers, “Shall I make you forget about your sorrows for a while?” I stare at him, unsure what to say. This is the enemy. The bad guy, yet he is...smiling at me? My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as I stare at Freddy’s handsome face. A part of me is angry at him for being so nonchalant about everything, but another part of me is curious about his offer. “You mean to compel me?” Freddy’s grin widens, and his hand snakes its way to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Of course. How else do you assume I would take away your pain, Pretty Human?”

he growled at her, his eyes suddenly turning golden. Freya almost screamed in fear when she saw his eye colour change. She wanted to run but he was blocking her since both of his hands were placed on either side of the tree and she was in the middle. She had been certain ever since this started that he wasn't human but was just confirming it now. Suddenly, his hands were on her neck, pinning her to the tree with his eyes still golden. Freya felt the air around her suck into the earth. She couldn't breathe; her airflow was cut off and all she could do was bring up her hands to push his hands off her neck.

I change into my slippers, walk up to him, and turn around in front of him to show how beautiful I am in this dress. I hope he can feel better with me acting so flatteringly. “I’ve never worn such an expensive dress and high heels. I didn't even see ruby with my own eyes before. " Freddy sneers. " Pathetic woman." After uttering these words with his thin lips, he enters the elevator before I say anything to reply. I stare at the elevator doors closing. I am stunned. "Freddy is a total bastard. I worked hard to make him less unhappy and tried to be friends with him initially, but he is such a bitch."

“Do I look like someone who needs your help? I don’t need your apologies, and trust me, if really I need a shoulder to cry on, it’s definitely not yours. Its either you leave this room, or I do you the favor of leaving this pack. And please when going, take your food with you, I am not hungry.” I saw the sadness in her eyes but they weren’t real to me. I just needed some time to mourn and grief and she just had to interrupt my peace. Freya left my room, I got up immediately shutting the door and locking it behind me. “Dad, the man you’ve always wanted to match me up with has a pregnant wife.” I muttered. Feeling so weak, I went back to the bed and had no idea when I slept off. _