Realistic Freddy Novels & Stories

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family" --- Claire was told to get married to a man she barely knew because of business income and public rumors. The McMillan family had been their enemy and business rivals for over ten years and all of a sudden, she was getting married into that same family. She couldn't object even if she wanted to because she was mute. Because of her disability, her family treated her like nothing and they only saw her as a tool for cleaning up their mess. Damien McMillan on the other hand was twisted. No one knew the real him because his attitude and intentions were hard to detect. Damien was also facing the same cruel life as Claire - cleaning up his family mess because he was a half-breed (stepbrother). Even if they saw him as a tool, Damien was something much greater. Damien was hiding his identity and was waiting for the right time to expose it but suddenly, he felt another leech around his neck when he was told to get married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson family.

After I bought my new home outright, my relatives organized a housewarming party to celebrate. During dinner, my nephew Leo suddenly said, “You’re just a spinster living alone in a huge apartment. What do you need all that space for? I happen to be getting married soon. That’s a huge deal. You should transfer the place to me. I’ll even cover the transfer fee.” I was stunned. “Are you out of your mind?” His mother Linda said, “How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your place for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance!” The son and mother were united against me. “Anyway, tomorrow’s a great day. Grab the property deed and come with us to transfer ownership!” I rejected them without hesitation and called them crazy. Who knew they would get so furious that they would storm into my brand-new apartment and go on a rampage, smashing everything in sight. They even said smugly, “We need to show you our family doesn’t get pushed around! Go ahead and call the police! What proof do you even have that it was us?” What they did not know was that I had installed surveillance cameras on the day I moved in.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

Josh was a man who was looked down upon by his family. when his in laws were down, he helped them whole heatedly to have a better life. His wife suddenly gave him divorce papers on the day of celebrating the company that they had both founded. “Sign this divorce papers and leave my life. I deserve someone better than you “Alicia stated coldly. With confusion, Josh walked closer to the desk to scan the document. His eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe that Alicia was giving him the divorce paper in the office. And every employee was there to witness their divorce . He was distraught but signed the papers. Later, he claimed back his real family and became the most sought-after billionaire in town. People bowed at the mention of his name. He practically ruled the city. He Vowed to bring those who looked down upon him on their knees. Until then, they will never deserve to sit or stand in his presence.

Nine years into our marriage, Linda Chancers was constantly surrounded by admirers. She enjoyed captivating inexperienced young men, making them infatuated with her.I understood and accepted it while she took pleasure in it.We continued quietly like this for nine years. It wasn’t until the day I achieved success and left without looking back. That night, Linda smashed everything in the house and grabbed my collar, screaming, "So, all these years, you've never loved me!"Love?What I loved, what I wanted, was nothing more than status and wealth.

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

At Smith family mansion, Camille and her mother Dorca were enjoying their expensive wine as they laughed heartily, it had been easy getting rid of that pest from their lives. " Mother you should have at least accompanied dad to her daughter's wedding," Camille said as she broke into laughter. " Oh dear, you know that I can't allow myself to get embarrassed in front of everyone, I can't have myself associated with Samantha marrying that old fool, it would be a disgrace to our family," Dorca replied sipping her wine ceremoniously. " Why were you at my wedding?" Eliot asked, the question Samantha had dreaded the most.

Synopsis.Cynthia is a slut, or at least that's what you would call her when you see her at different hotels every night. But it goes beyond that. After growing up with a mother who had a new husband every season, Cynthia concluded to never be committed to one man. She wasn't interested in commitment, loyalty, or any of that bullshit. A different man every night meant no entanglements or pains or betrayal. It was easier for her to breeze through men than be loyal and get cheated on. Kyla'ssjobs, on the other hand, needs commitment. He needs a wife, so he returns to his hometown to find one. But unfortunately, he finds Cynthia, who hates him with a burning passion. She is no longer the little nerdy girl with pigtails and square-framed glasses he knew back then. The new Cynthia is now a full-grown woman with confidence and nonchalance practically oozing as she walks by. Kylas needs a wife to be loyal to him and love him for him. Cynthia isn't interested in commitments, relationships, or titles. Would they work it out? And what happens when Cynthia finds out about Kylas's dirty little secret? 

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.