Toy Freddy Novels & Stories

Frederick replied calmly, "I used to have a close friend and underling. I heard he transferred over to Mirage City. With his military achievements, becoming a mayor shouldn't be a problem." "Damn! That's some serious pull!" Mary exclaimed. Cody burst into mocking laughter. "You think a single phone call will get Mr. Zephyr to purchase two million worth of Harmony Tea from you? Who do you think you are? The youngest War God of Drakonia or some regional political powerhouse?" Frederick responded, "I'm none of that, but they used to serve under me before." Frederick responded truthfully, which sparked even more ridicule from the surrounding crowd!

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

Loris supported her chin with one hand and replied, "I finished it. However, I feel like I made a lot of mistakes." She took out the homework she had done and looked at him with an infatuated look. Mister, you are really good-looking." "Thank you. Miss Loris, so are you." Freddie said with a gentle smile. Loris paid a lot to hire him as her teacher. He was only 22 years old this year. His name was Freddie Yale. He was handsome, and his voice was also pleasant. His eyes gave her a feeling as though he was flirting with her. No matter how boring the lessons were, she wouldn't be able to doze off with a handsome teacher like him!

Freddie cries as Dante lifts him out of the car. “Oh, bambino. It’s okay,” Dante soothes, holding him close. “I was about to tell Mamma anyway. You did such a good job. I’m proud of you for keeping it a secret as long as you did.” “But, Papa—” “No buts,” Dante says, gently wiping Freddie’s tears. “You did great.” He kisses Freddie’s nose, which makes him scrunch his face and giggle—a little watery, but still a giggle.

Tiffany asked as he sat down. “I…ummm…I ummm..” Freya immediately cut him short. “He was just being courteous. You know, he didn't want to ruin our ladies' time.” “Oh…that's fine.” “So, how will you go home today? You obviously did not bring your car.” Freya asked. “My car? I have a car?” “Yes, you do. You own a Honda Civic and Ford Focus, and when you got engaged to Shawn Gold, he gifted you a Ferrari sports car.” Freya replied.

I said. “I know,” she said. “I still—” “I know,” she said again. “You don’t have to be certain yet. You just have to be here.” Freddy appeared in front of us with toast in one hand and a backpack in the other, looking up at both of us with the expression of a child who had noticed something and was deciding whether to comment on it. “Are you sad, Daddy?” he asked. I looked down at him. At the toast. At the backpack. At the face that was half mine and half Lex’s and entirely its own thing, looking up at me with the direct, uncomplicated concern of a five-year-old who had not yet learned to be careful about asking.

, I repeated not giving in to my growling stomach. She nodded her head slowly and walked out clicking the door shut. I slapped my cheeks trying to process what I had just done. I remembered he had called me his toy and wondered what punishment I would get for defying his orders or he could be like those ruthless but sweet lords and drag me to have dinner with him. I waited. I looked at the time, it was already past twelve and wondered what was taking him so long. Maybe he just didn't care or had better things to do, after all, he was Dylan Xavier, the most feared mercenary and mafia lord in this dark world.

Frederick barked. Looking deeply hurt, Jordan wrapped both his arms around Michael's arm and complained with a pout, "Look at Freddy, Mikey! He's being so mean to me again. Boohoo…" "Shut up, or I'll shut you up myself!" Frederick roared, his gaze murderous as he glared at Jordan. Shrinking back in fright, Jordan quickly hid behind Michael. "What a twink," Frederick snarled. Michael could also see that Frederick was in a foul mood, so he asked tentatively, "What's wrong, Frederick?"

“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.”

Freddie was amazed whenever his brain refreshed their first encounter in his head. “Fun?” “Yes, fun. Dennis, these people just don’t care. They don’t care.” Ferdinand smoothed out his wrinkled clothes. “Let’s go. Let’s see what they will do.” He walked up to the door. “How about T-Vir, My Lord?” Freddie asked curiously. “T-Vir? What can we do? Shadow is faster.” It was a clear answer understood by everyone perfectly. We let them go. “We understand.” The three of them bowed, complying without resisting.