Phantom Freddy Novels & Stories

His fingers found a tempo that had me rocking my hips for more. “Come for me,” he whispered, flicking his thumb just a little bit harder. “Come for me, Zoey.” The rough hoarseness of desire in his voice is what did me in. The blatant need in his words was my undoing. My entire body shuddered. My knees went weak and it was only Freddie that kept me from falling to the ground in an orgasmic puddle. The prideful smirk on Freddie's face when I opened my eyes was sexy as hell.

"Holy f*ck!" Phantom felt bad when he saw the youngest child climbing the mango tree by herself. Her four brothers were not in the house. As he ran to see his child, Phantom's eyes widened. "Holy crap! F*ck! Damn!" Phantom cursed again. Their youngest is only three years old, and she appears to have inherited all of her mother's craziness. "Get down, Eri Aiko!" Phantom yelled at his daughter, but she simply raised her eyebrows at him. The child ignored her father and poked her tongue out to further irritate Phantom.

Cailey called someone and he walked to us , his eyes widen when he saw me "You got the..." "Olivia" I gave him my hand and he shook it. His face was shock and I chuckled "Don't call me that formal royalty things , just Olivia" I said "I'm Freddy , their trainers. Call me Fred" He introduced himself "What are we going to do today?" Joan asked as she put her hair up "Army" Fred said and the girls groaned. Suddenly my eyes landed on Daniel. He's currently boxing with his trainer. 2 words.. so HOT

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Gideon barked the order, his voice sharp as a blade. A dragon's roar followed, and the sound wave struck straight into Freddie's mind, catching him completely off guard. His vision went black for a split second. But for warriors at their level, a second was enough to decide life and death. Gideon's foot slammed down, landing squarely on Freddie's skull, nearly crushing it. Freddie screamed, blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His legs were driven deep into the earth. "Dad!" Jonathan howled, his voice raw and broken.

Freya/Freddie's pov I’m sitting in the locker room, staring at my phone’s black screen, trying to wrap my head around what just happened on the ice. I passed their test, actually pulled it off, and the reality of it hasn’t sunk in yet. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving me shaky, exhausted, and aching all over, but it’s the kind of pain that feels good, the kind that tells me I pushed myself to the limit and came out stronger.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

"It was black site. Off-books government operation. Climate control was one project. But there were others. Darker ones." Maya looked at Caldwell. At the man who'd spent ten years knowing this existed and choosing not to confront it. "We're going to Level Four," she said. "We're finding Dr. Hammond. We're getting answers. And we're freeing everyone who's been held prisoner." "If Hammond's still there, she won't cooperate," Caldwell warned. "She was always more committed to her work than to ethics. More interested in results than morality. If she's been running experiments on survivors for ten years, she's not going to stop because you ask nicely."