Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

“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.

"You're babying me." "Am I?" She asked innocently, blinking in a way she thought would make her look cute. But gone was the helpless, bullied girl who Cameron had found broken and near-dead in her own house. Six years later, Freya was nothing short of the Luna that she was destined to become sooner rather than later and she had earned the respect of each and every pack member in her own right. In short, there was nothing 'cute' about her anymore. She was a full grown woman and a warrior.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train. Pale dragon shifters, barely alive, almost naked, some even mutilated and with missing limbs. Freddie felt his blood boiling with the fire of revenge at Y but he had fellows to save first, so that is what he did. He allowed Nathaniel and Gideon to open the cage doors for them and then helped them make a beeline towards the path he had taken to reach there, so he could get off of the island with the survivors he had found.

Instead she scowled at me and I couldn’t help but wonder what I had ever done to her. “I’m going for a hunt” she said. No wonder she was dressed like who was going for a combat, with latex trouser, leather boots and a black jacket. “You coming?” she asked and Frederick shook his head. My heart broke. He knew he could feed on other people, yet he choose me. “If you keep on feeding on this girl, she might end up passing” Fay persisted but he shrugged. “She is stronger than that” he said. Who the fuck told him that. Well did they also tell him that I was slowly losing myself too?

A small smile played on his face as if he was luring me to him. I shook my head in disagreement. “No..you are dead. Freddie..you are dead..” I started backward, bending slowly with my hand down my belly. “I am not dead. But I am in a peaceful place. And I want you there with me.” His smile grew broader. It was as if he was casting a spell on me. “I don’t want to die. I..don’t—“ I closed my eyes and leaned back on a tree breathing heavily. “I am sorry, Freddie. You don’t deserve to die. I am sorry..please..forgive me. Please Freddie—“ I was feeling dizzy when I reopened my eyes but Freddie was nowhere to be found.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

Still, curiosity gnawed at me. I couldn't help but ask, "So, what happened? Why didn't you see her?" Ethan's gaze dimmed. "Well… something happened." As he spoke, I noticed his hands trembling ever so slightly, like an old wound had been torn open. "I was targeted by one of my father's rivals. They kidnapped me and locked me in a basement for six months… I don't remember how I survived. All I knew was that it was always dark, and they would beat me every day. I…"

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.