Twisted Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

Three years later : "Geo." I groan as Geoff flicks my abused nipple. "You're a monster." I huff when he starts sucking on my other nipple. "I love your tits, dorogoy. It's not my fault they're irresistible." Somehow, after all these years, Geoff can still make me blush. I run my hands through his golden hair and stare into his grey eyes I love so much. The longer we stare at each other, the more heated our gazes become. I run my palm down his naked chest, lightly brushing his golden curls. It doesn't stop there though. I venture further down and am not surprised to find his erection in his sweats.

"Good boy! Fetch!" Ares was standing beside the fountain as his eyes seriously followed every woman's movement wearing a matcha color sundress that matches the color of freshly trimmed grass and flat gladiator sandals with gold laces ties. The soft bristle of the wind was brushing her long ponytailed hair, curled in the ends, and sometimes, it went to her face when she playfully ran and turned her body modesty while chasing the lion and the dog.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

He screamed instead, causing me to roll my eyes at Gino's torture methods. "It seems he needs more of an incentive" Gino replies, turning to Matteo and asking him to hand him the black bag on the floor. "What's that?" I ask annoyed gesturing to the bag. "Chum" he answers taking out the meat from the bag. "Ooh, can I do it!" Matteo asks like a child, before dumping the meat in the water. After a couple of moments the water starts to move a little and before long swarms of crocodiles emmerge and start attacking the meat. It's at this point that Gino starts to pull on the rope, resulting in Guerro being lowered dangerously close to the crocodiles.

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

“Keenan, the bottom box please.” “Y-yes, Atamansha.” He brought over the heaviest box. I opened it and procured two chains with wrist restraints. I attached them at the rings. They were a little short for this assholes height but it was fine. A little more discomfort than usual wasn’t something I felt bad about right now. “Zann, put him in the cuffs.” I walked back over to the table and took the hair tie that was around my wrist, pulling my hair up in a high pony tail. Zann, Lec, Boris, and Keenan all looked at me completely confused.