Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

My mouth watered at the sight, rushing over like a child I beamed in excitement. “That’s the eyes of someone who loves good pastries,” the blonde haired woman behind the counter stated, in her purple pinafore she placed another set of doughnuts under the casing. “Welcome to Freddies, which cravings do you want satisfied today?” my eyes found the name tag, Freddie. “Freddie? You’re Freddie?” I ask not expecting her to be a woman. “The one and only,” she smiled widely, it was warmly to see her so excited while serving pastries. I would come here everyday to brighten my mood.

"And what kind of festivities are you interested in?" Lacey knew it wouldn't be long before Frieda had the guy under her skin. With her ginger hair, matching freckles, and makeup making her bedroom green eyes more pronounced, Frieda was like a walking sex doll. That didn't seem to bother her at all. "I think I'm better at showing than telling."

He entered and walked to the shelf, apparently planning to make coffee as well, considering that when the working hours reached two in the afternoon, sleepiness became something to be avoided. "I saw it, and I heard it from the beginning, actually. Uh... they're like that a lot. Don't take it to heart." Freddy prepared his black coffee efficiently. It took him no more than two minutes to savor his first sip. He sighed contentedly and looked at Elice, who hadn't even tasted her coffee yet. "Anyway," Freddy whispered later, "you can consider it your luck. Well... I'm not saying you should be grateful for Kylie's accident. But fate works that way. And luckily you don't have a schedule this Satu

The man gulped at the sight of the boxes of gold. He had a greedy look in his eyes. "Who exactly are you?" He felt a deep respect for Frederick. After all, Frederick was able to get boxes of gold, which added up to three billion dollars in value, transported here with a single phone call. He had to be someone extraordinary. "Do I need to tell you who I am?" Frederick asked coldly. "Not at all! Give me the gold worth three billion dollars, and I'll immediately disappear from your sight. I won't ever show up again!" The man grinned, nodding eagerly.

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

“Ah, so you do remember him. At first, I simply kept him imprisoned, but once I’d gotten hold of the Blessed Silver I did some experimenting and Derek is our first success.” I walked closer to the bars, expecting them to be lined with silver like some of the others, but they were just pure iron like there was no threat towards them. “What did you do.” Fredrick opened the cell and we walked in, Derek still didn’t move from his resting place. He barely even looked at either of us, staring blankly at the open prison. He made no attempt to reach it. Fredrick used the tip of his foot to kick Derek over and it made me wince. Then I saw marks scattered across his arms like knives had cut into his s

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.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

"A few days ago… I had a dream. In it… In it, it showed me that Grandma and I poisoned you. You died. I even cursed you, saying that you were some feminazi who deserved it." His body began to tremble uncontrollably. "That wasn't a dream." I met his gaze calmly. "You did that in your past life." Ryder's eyes widened with incredulity. He sat there, frozen and stupefied by the revelation. The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a deathly pallor. Despair, regret, pain—every emotion collided across his features before he hunched over in silence. He slipped from his chair and dropped to his knees with a dull thud. Across the table, he bowed his head heavily toward