Stranger Things Fred Benson Novels & Stories

Bruce mumbled tilting his head towards the door. From the door another young man walked into the room with his hands in his pants, he had a gentle and soft outlook no one will think he was affiliated with these two demonic brothers. "What does Fred have to do with this? Also, why is this bastard here?" Bowie roared in anger, he met his brother's gaze and everything seem to become clear to him. "Wait did you get Fred to lie to her? He isn't even a gynecologist then how?" Bowie questioned alternating his gaze between Bruce and Fred. "Why don't you ask him yourself... "

Because Fender is naturally kind, he doesn’t resist. Her mother and father died early, she didn't have chance to be with them but it's okay. What is important to Blessy is to live every day even though her Aunt and uncle are always beating her. So maybe why she and Fender are close to each other because they are both orphans. "I have a gift for you." She looked at Fender. They had just finished eating and here she was, drinking water. "What's that? Don’t make the mistake of giving me a frog again! I warn you. ”

“Master Sebastian…Master Henry…Master…please forgive me, I swear I will never do it again, I swear…” Fred Thomson looked at their backs desperately, begging for mercy in tears. However, none of them turned back. Bam… The door closed at the instant. The entire world had returned to peace. Fred fell to the ground weakly, he was staring at the ceiling in despair with his body fixed on the ground. He knew that he was finished. The masters of Brenand and Armstrong families were targeting him now. He was afraid that neither his father nor his uncle was able to save him from them. There was no way.

Nor what time it was. "Well, telling you the location kind of beats the point of kidnapping you, doesn't it? What if you find a way to contact your family?" The dude walked over and sat down on a chair placed just right beside one of the doors. "You can call me Fred, though. You can just let me know if you need just anything. But please don't get Stockholm syndrome and fall in love with me. I have a girlfriend." I gaped at the man. "Fred?" I asked, as if it were a very uncommon name, which it wasn’t.

He was having breakfast when his phone rang again, this time, it wasn't Camella, it was Benson Wood. “Are you sure this is where he lives?” Benson asked, raising his head to glance at his daughter. He had to take this upon himself. Camella wouldn't be able to clean up the mess she'd created. And he is willing to beg Andre and get him back into the company. “Yes dad. Fred Maxwell gave me the address” Camella assured. Fred was on her neck to bring Andre back. And when she called him to send his address, he was so excited to do so.

" That was Doctor Eve, she's a friend of Benson Dawson, or at least, was a friend" " So he kidnapped his own friend too? Why? Is she related to Scott Anderson? " " No, it's not that. Benson wanted me to call the doctor for a bad business which she didn't want to do... " Greg said emphasizing" do",he didn't want to put anyone in trouble.

Turning, Beth came face to face with the red faced Benson and tilted her head to the side. "How about I scrape the skin off your shrivelled balls and use it to knit a cap for that bald spot in the middle of your head instead, grandpa?" Even as her voice remained level and easy, curious even, her hands made very vivid gestures. Frederico's eyelids fluttered. What the actual fuck?! Alexander's head reared back, his brows flying high. "Woo-wee! Sign me up for some of that spitting mayhem any day!" Random cackles and catcalls rang out. That seemed to enrage Benson more. He was literally foaming at the mouth when he spat out,

Brett’s questions were only met with cursing and the promise to kill Freda. Brett dragged the phone out of Dexter’s hand and his eyes widened. “Shit!”

"Give me the info." "Atta boy." Fred chuckled. I waited in the middle of the room as Fred began to rummage through a drawer in his desk. "Here it is." Shutting the drawer, he made his way back over to us and produced a Polaroid of a Tengu man with an ugly scar marring half of his face and a cracked beak. "What did this guy do?" I asked, pulling the picture from Fred's fingers. "He killed our leader's daughter." Oh, so this was a revenge scheme, and they were using us as a way to get even.

Fred folded his hands to his chest, waiting for the strange man to show him evidence about his mom. "Hold on a minute," he quickly reached for his pockets and took a phone and have the phone to him through the gates, since it was transparent. "See for yourself." Fred took the phone and stared at the picture which the strange man showed him. He would be able to recognise him anywhere, and the lady in the picture which the stranger guy showed him, was definitely his mom. "That's my mom," Fred stated, still staring at the phone in disbelief. "Bingo! I told you so, kid."