Golden Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

"Take her away. Since she’s acting so sl*tty, we’ll let her have all the fun tonight!" Maddison was stunned. "No, no, Fez. I didn’t ask to see you because of that. I want you to help me deal with that guy named Kersey!" It would have been better if she had kept quiet. The more she mentioned it, the angrier Goldie felt. "You want me to deal with Kersey for you? Do you know who that is? My boss’ big boss is his woman. You almost got me killed tonight, do you know that? You hadn’t even hit puberty when he started killing. You’re asking me to deal with him!?"

Magnus fell to his knees, clutching his head as the darkness spasmed violently around him, trying to hold onto its vessel. Frederick didn’t waste the chance. He surged forward, shoving his hands against Magnus’ chest. Light burst from his palms, slamming into the black veins crawling up Magnus’ skin. The darkness recoiled, shrieking in protest. For a moment, Magnus’ real eyes flickered beneath the void. Frederick pushed harder. “Come back, damn it!” The light exploded. The courtyard was swallowed in a brilliant, golden flare. The shadows writhed and howled, retreating back into Magnus’ body—fighting, resisting—before finally collapsing.

“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. _

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

hit me like a hammer. “I’m sorry. Losing a pup is painful,” I said hoarsely. “But I didn’t push Jessica. There must be some misunderstanding…” A flicker of guilt crossed Jessica’s eyes before she cut me off, raising her voice. “You still won’t admit it? I thought you’d at least learn something useful in Silver Prison. Guess not.” Daniel’s tone was icy. “Maybe she just hasn’t spent enough time in Silver Prison.” A shudder ripped through me. The memories clawed back instantly.

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

I was merely his property, his belonging, and his burden he had the absolute right to treat however he pleased. "Yes Lucas… I understand perfectly well," I finally answered him slowly, quietly, and calmly, my voice completely flat, emotionless, and void of tears, anger, or fear. I looked straight into his eyes with absolute clarity and coldness, surprising him completely with my sudden composure and silence. "I understand exactly everything you mean and exactly everything you want and expect from me. You want me here, alive, visible enough to satisfy your family and society… yet invisible and silent enough so I never disturb, question, or get in your way and happiness. You want me exactly as

Theodore said, batting his eyelashes at me, hope written all over his face. I was just about to respond when a guard burst in with urgent news. "Miss, there's a Mr. Lloyd at the door demanding to see you. He's incredibly strong, and we may not be able to hold him off much longer."

“I’ve always come out victorious.” ‘Is that so?’ the hallucination asked sarcastically. ‘But you’re old now, and times change.’ “Shut up!” ‘It’s a miracle you had two children… are you sure they’re yours? Because you couldn’t even rape me that time; you just pretended because you’re impotent, hahaha.’ “Shut your mouth.” ‘How sensitive you are to get hurt by the truth.’ “You’re the one who is hurt at the end of the day,” said Frederick, showing his left hand where a ring with a yellow diamond was. “You’ll be with me forever, bitch, because you’re my trophy.”