Novelas y relatos de Golden Freddy

Spinning the mug to keep me occupied. “Why hello George,” Frederick says, “It must have been a few decades at least since I last saw you.” “Yes. Yes. Oh, my old friend, how are you? Are you planning a trip with your granddaughter?” George inquires. Frederick cleared his throat. “Yes. My granddaughter is just tapping into her powers, and I’m eager to show her the immense power of visions. I promised her a trip to America before she comes of age. Looks like she wants to go to a place called Summer Hill.” Frederick tells George. “If that is where my girl wants to go. That’s where I will take her.”

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the chaos.” Freddy grinned. “We’re not chaos. We’re fun.” “You’re dangerous,” I teased, ruffling his hair. “You will do big things one day.” He puffed out his chest like a mini alpha. “One day.” Ayla did tell me about Freddy wanted to practice his magic, and I was on her side, anything that would make him happy was alright. He was born with an angelic heart and that was all that mattered. Ayla just shook her head, amused. “You created this monster.”

Frederick declared cockily. Turning to Gemma, he flashed a grin at her and asked, "Why don't you spend the night with me, babe?" "Don't even think about it!" Gemma replied, her expression icy. "100 thousand dollars!" Frederick abruptly called out a figure, mystifying everyone.

“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.”

Since I chose to be part of this program, I was going to do everything I could to help. I couldn't change the war-torn state of their lives, but I could teach them something useful that might change things at the root. Just as I was having the pups recite a chart of herbs, I heard soft laughter from the entrance of the shack. I looked up and saw Freddy Goldberg leaning against the doorway, his eyes curved into a smile. When he caught my gaze, he raised his eyebrows at me. I set down the herbs in my hands and walked over to him. Freddy was the Alpha heir of the powerful Blood Fang pack. He'd once pursued me openly, but I turned him down.

*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.

Everyone stared at her in surprise. Freddy grabbed her arm. “Tessa—” But she pulled it away. Jayden raised an eyebrow. “Were you talking to me?” “Yes,” she said bluntly. “Who else is growling here like a **puppy**?” Jayden stood up instantly. “Who are you calling a puppy?” Freddy quickly stepped between them. “Okay! Enough drama for one day.” He gently pushed Jayden toward the exit. “Let’s go.” Jayden allowed himself to be guided away.

By the time the moon waned, Emma would see again. That was all that mattered. "Next!" The guard shoved me forward. I stumbled onto the wooden platform, my bare feet rough against the splinters. Below me, hundreds of werewolves crowded the square. Their eyes glowed in the darkness like demons. My heart beat so hard I thought it might burst. The slave trader grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. "Young female. Strong. Good teeth." He pried my mouth open to show them. "Untouched. Knows how to cook and clean. Bidding starts at three gold pieces."

And resting right beside the keyboard was a small, silver flash drive that hadn't been there before. Her heart skipped a beat, the cold sting of adrenaline instantly replacing the lingering warmth of their encounter. Dominic was still holding her captive, his body heavy and possessive against hers, entirely unaware that his ultimate asset was already looking for a way out of the trap.

"For all I know, you and your boss are hiding things and putting her in danger. I had to see for myself." "Naturally, Miss Henderson," Mark replied with razor-sharp sarcasm. "In this house, we operate an underground organ-harvesting ring. That is precisely why we invited the victim's closest friend here to bear witness before releasing you unharmed." Mark offered a crisp, formal bow and turned to leave. Tina's jaw dropped. "Wait... did you just..." She broke into an incredulous laugh. "Unbelievable. There's actually someone on this planet more sarcastic than me? Fascinating."