Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

I broke out, my folded hands collapsing to cling to the wedding gown. "Ah! Wifey! Didn't you understand what I am trying to say?" Frederick said, tilting his head to the left and feigning vexation. In the next moment, he had a big, creepy smile marking his lips. "Anyone who comes on my and my love's way will have to die." His face darkened with an eerie dangerous feeling that shook me to my core. My face shrunk with disgust when he ran his filthy fingers over my facial skin starting from my forehead to all the way down to my lips.

This time, his head was crushed into pieces. "I gave it to you. Why didn't you catch it?" Frederick wore a hostile expression. He had plans to indulge in sex with Jasmine a couple more times, but these losers screwed it up. "You have a death wish!" The man's subordinates finally came back to their senses, and pounced at Frederick. "Go to hell, all of you!" Frederick bellowed. They all froze in place. A gust of wind blew by—they collapsed to the floor, blood oozing out from all their orifices.

A man worked on the computers and two cops chilled on the other side. “Wassup, Wady?” Arthur yelped. Wade winced. “The van ain’t soundproof, you moron!” Whispered Freddie and punched Arthur on the arm. “Ouch!” Arthur screamed even louder. Freddie put his hand on his mouth. Arthur licked it. “Eww! What are you, five?” Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face.

“You ordering me around now?” He smirks. “I prefer the term taking care of you.” I roll my eyes. “Uh-huh. And what if I’m not sleepy?” He leans down, his face inches from mine. “Then I guess I’ll have to tire you out.” I gasp, smacking his chest. “Sebastian Frost!” He laughs, catching my wrist. “Relax, Everhart. I meant pillow fight, but now I’m questioning where your mind went.” I groan. “You’re the worst.”

“The money you spent on that little brat, and now you have the nerve to ask us for more? Weren’t you fine traveling with Sophia before? “Weren’t you ignoring our requests then? You liked hanging out with her, right? Then figure it out yourselves! Now you come begging us? Too late!” Grandma snatched the phone and hung up. “Look at this. Still have the nerve to stroll around with that fox! “Now that you’re out of money, you come asking us? No one is allowed to help them! They killed Arthur! How dare they beg for help? Do you hear me?” “All right… " We won’t…,” Dad and I assured Grandma.

Freddie wasn’t a simple man. “Are you daring me?” Freddie asked, his displeasure obvious.

" Who is Jared? How long have you been using this to please another woman?" Spring whimpers in pain and tries to push him away, but he grabs her neck and slap again, " Tell me!!! Am I not enough? How dare you spread legs for another man?" " I... I don't know what you are -!" " Don't dare to lie, you Bitch!" Freddie presses his neck, " I met that bastard. He will never dare to come near to you! Remember, I will kill anyone if you dare to please them without my permission!"

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?"

“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.

Survival instincts forced Freddy to hug Brock's thigh desperately and wail miserably. Freddy's sorrowful wailing echoed across the endless azure blue sea, and soon disappeared into the sea breeze. Brock's face was cold. He shook his leg in disgust and kicked away Freddy's hands that were holding his thigh fiercely. He flicked away the dust on his pants and yelled. "Quick! Throw him into the sea!" The two men immediately picked Freddy up and walked toward the deck outside the cabin.