Toy Freddy Novels & Stories

Everyone stared at her in surprise. Freddy grabbed her arm. “Tessa—” But she pulled it away. Jayden raised an eyebrow. “Were you talking to me?” “Yes,” she said bluntly. “Who else is growling here like a **puppy**?” Jayden stood up instantly. “Who are you calling a puppy?” Freddy quickly stepped between them. “Okay! Enough drama for one day.” He gently pushed Jayden toward the exit. “Let’s go.” Jayden allowed himself to be guided away.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird.

he asked eyeing Fred, wide eyed "Yes. He s Mormy's friend and I wanted you to meet him. This unda took care if you, when you were a baby told him sipping on my orange juine. It was pretty hot and the sur was bright, so I was feeling thirsty Frad patted his head. "How your doing, Champ Fred asked with his usual infectioutumle Twen pouted, you are here to take my Mommy Fam not giving you" Twen suddenly blasted

I said. “What?” Kayden gasped. “Do you still let him drive you to school?!” He growled out. I jumped in fear at his sudden outburst. There we go again fighting because of Freddie. Fred Jordan is my coursemate and we have been friends since my second year in college. Fred is a pure human but he doesn’t know I am a werewolf. So far so good I have done a great job at hiding my identity from my human friends. Not like I have many of them but Freddie is my closest friend.

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

As Dove predicted, after the two left, a werewolf appeared. His name is Louis. He comes from a noble family whose father is a magician. But during the war between werewolves and fox monsters, his father was convicted by the king. After his father's execution, he carried a deep hatred in his heart. He hopes to avenge his entire family when he has enough power to rule the whole kingdom. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Louis was sure that the cave had just had a bloody war. His two friends disappeared. Louis sniffed around and could still smell foxes - the youkai he hated the most. He was sure the fox had killed his friends. But he didn't understand. Who had the strength to kill these

Freya replied with a smirk, “Work up a sweat, tire myself out so I can sleep like the dead afterwards.” “I’ve never beaten anyone up—droids included—in my life,” I said with a giggle. I could totally imagine Freya kicking droid ass despite her being eight inches shorter than me. It just goes with her image and personality. “Instead, I buy stuff.” “Typical rich girl,” she snorted. “Oh, I beg to differ,” I said, allowing myself a smug smile. “Typical rich girls can’t hold a candle to me.”

To my very own surprise, Freddie was still operating fine. Granddad got this car after working so hard and saving up on his 20th birthday, he loved and cherished it so much that he named the car Freddie. A name that myself and mum used to tease him about whenever he came by. Moments that can't be remade because sadly, cancer got to see him before I turned nineteen.