Novel & Cerita Who Is Glamrock Freddy Possessed By

"The organizers reached out to me personally. They wanted you to attend.” I stood up from my chair. Franco flinched in his chains, thinking I was coming for him. I did not even look at him. My mind was turning. Dante Rossi was a coward. A gambler. A thief. But what item could be worth so much that the black market dealer was already putting it up for auction? What item did a dead man give his brother that was worth a hundred thousand euros and more? I looked at my watch. Nine o'clock. Three hours until midnight.

“I don’t need to take you just to show everyone you’re mine, and not because I’m here means it has stopped.” He added, “I don’t fall in love normally, and do you know what’s best? I’ll ruin myself willingly if it means you’ll be under my control.” His fingers tapped lightly against the chair, his expression calm despite the prison uniform he was wearing. Even though I have taken away his wealth, influence, and now, his freedom, Hans was still the same person I met on the first day. Calm and composed, as if he didn’t lose something important. “You call it suffocating. Maybe it is, but at least, I’m always here, right?” he said, his lips curving into a mocking smile. “I also never lied about w

"Nothing more, nothing less. I still don't and will never see myself as your possession or anything like that. I belong to me." At that, he frowned, much like a few days ago when I said something I shouldn't have. This time though, I have no idea which part of what I said could potentially anger a Mafia boss. Maybe I tarnished pride? I mean, he did go through a whole heap of 'bargaining' just to get me here and now, I'm declining being his despite the fact that that is exactly what we agreed on. Anyhow, that's his problem. He should've brought one of those chicks on sale at the club if he wanted an obedient dog. I'm definitely not it.

Aurora was lightly swaying from side to side, the alcohol already affecting her. Vicky was so busy shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music that she didn’t immediately notice the condition Aurora was in. When she pivoted twice and expected to see Aurora, to her surprise, Aurora had disappeared. She panicked, even though she knew that Aurora would immediately switch personalities if she felt in danger. But if she started talking gibberish or acted on reflex when feeling the slightest malicious intent, it could become another problem. She grabbed her hair in frustration and started shoving her way through the crowd, determined to find Aurora before the worst happened.

I already have a lot of nightmares plaguing me as it seems. She was oddly quiet and compliant for a renowned talkative and bully and I got the dopamine kick from watching her scramble for her clothes. I finally understood why people were so power-obsessed, the thrill was not a cheap one. “You know nobody is going to believe you.” Miss Carters spat, the look of hatred not leaving her eyes. “Ah, my dear, dear Rose.” I mocked in a sing-song voice pulling a chair with me as I made myself comfortable in front of them.

“She. Is. Fucking. Mine.” I thread the spell into her myself when she pretend to sleep. Black ribbons curled beneath her skin, she didn’t feel it, but if she hadn’t been playing her pathetic game I’m sure she would have fought, glared in that way before trying to claw my eyes out. The connection locked into place far too easily, an ancient thing that had been lay in wait. Pain, rage, I should be able to feel her. There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be.

Then he smiled again, warm and charming like he had not just threatened my entire existence. And somehow, kneeling there before him, stripped of pride, stripped of power, stripped of certainty, I realized something terrifying. Freddy was no longer the man I once betrayed. He had become something far worse.

The extent I want to get freed, I want him to be released as well. "Is it shameful to disclose how many times he fucked you??? Was he good on bed, if not, I'll fill the void, I'll make that tight cunt mine and ooze out my seed in your inside that'll definitely make you pregnant!!! " Hearing those filthy words from this person, I wanted to puke. He deserves a merciless death.. I enchanted silent prayers. Capo's eyes, were crimson red, he can murder anyone at the moment. He can escape this.

Jessy asked, coming to my group as I brought the bottle of whiskey to my mouth. A burning sensation down my throat as I closed my eyes, thinking of what I just heard from Tristan. “What do you think?” I asked her as she swallowed hard. “I don’t know. What are you going to do? Surely you won’t let her get away with it?’ She asked me. I turned to look at her and she had her hair up in a bun. Showing her scar, which was on her left brow, going down to her cheek, wearing a cardigan as always to cover up all the scars she got while she was a slave belonging to Drake.

"Impossible!" Freddie let out a shriek like he had seen a ghost, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Nothing's impossible. You've got tunnel vision. Just face it. You're old." Gideon's face twisted into a mocking grin. Being called old hit Freddie like a sledgehammer. It hurt more than any physical blow. It was a direct hit to the ego. "Ugh!" Freddie spat out a mouthful of blood. Gideon unclenched his fist and grabbed the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, ripping it away by force.