Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

“Why? Did you also like Celine’s mom?” “No!” Fredd declined, waving both of his hands mid-air. “Freea is my best friend! How can I like my best friend? It’s like asking me to kiss my brother’s butt. And I only loved your mother than time.” “So why are you blaming yourself?” Fredd heaved a sigh and answered, “It because I made her hesitate. I was so against the idea of her marrying the three leaders. Freea hesitated because I begged her to consider. Basically, I stalled the time before the catastrophe happened. And what is the ending? She died. Her husband died. Harvhey was fed up with loneliness. Kloper’s life went on mess. And Groid, he was left alone. All because I stopped Freea.”

I nodded at Gio and he grabbed Freddie's right arm and put it in front of me. "No no no. Don't, please no." He begged, I opened the plier and placed his index finger in it. I clamped it down and pulled. A loud crack resounded in the cell. Freddie screamed in utter agony. "Look what you made me do." I sighed, " Freddie, I don't like when people betray me. I don't like it even more when they lie to me. I can break another finger or you can talk." Tears fell on his face and snot rushed down from his nose, I wrinkled my nose in disgust. How pathetic.

There, in Frederick's messy handwriting, I could read the new threat he was making: "Hannah, you bitch, pay attention, you got me locked up again and I want to beat you to death for it, but I'm willing to let it go because I'm a superior man and very generous. So, you slut, you're going to the police station and you're going to change your statement, you're going to say I never hit you and that you made all this up because you're bitter that I broke up with you and you're going to say it was that shitty little friend of yours who planted those drugs on me. And do what I'm telling you quickly, because I don't have much patience, you know, but I have many friends on the street and they're all

Even the portrait he'd drawn for me was half‑burned. His face darkened even more. "What are you doing? Trying to play some push‑and‑pull trick on me? I'm telling you—no matter what you do, I will never like you. Your petty theatrics only make me sick. And if anything happens to Cadence, I swear I won't let you off!" He swept past me, holding Cadence—her forehead bruised from hitting the wall—and dragged me along as he rushed to a side room. On the way, she fainted in his arms.

They slunk away, muttering curses. Leni turned to me, her warm brown eyes full of fire. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” “I’m fine,” I said, brushing off my jeans. “Just my pride. And maybe my hoodie. It’s now officially baptized in Westwood gutter water.” “Why don’t you ever fight back, Frey?” she asked, falling into step beside me as we hurried toward the shop. “You just let them push you around!” “What good would it do, Len?” I sighed. “Fight one, three more show up. It’s like a really sucky game of whack-a-mole, but the moles are jerks with super strength. I just keep my head down and it’s over faster.”

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you, Zedekiel? You really wiped your memories. Aww, what a baby. Were they too painful for you?" With the lift of Zedekiel’s pointer, Frederick's body was raised high. "Mock my memories again Frederick, and I promise to end you tonight." He lowered his finger and Frederick's body fell unto the debris of the tree, breaking more bones in his body. Frederick wheezed and coughed painfully, spitting out blood. The pain that wracked his body was indescribable. He should have known that he was no match for his cousin. He hadn't practised enough dark magic.

Freen walked towards me and pulled my left arm, but I am faster because before she could even blink, her body is already on top of me. Her top clothes is thin and she is not wearing her bra so I felt it when her bossom firmly pressed on my chest. "K-Kaden!" She gasped. I cursed in my mind when her breathe fanned on my neck. Because of our position, something in my body have woken up. "Let go off me." Freen put her two hands on my chest and struggled to freed herself but I hugged her tight with no intention of letting her go. "Damn it! Don't move!" I said angrily when she moved again on top of me.

Then a bolt of sheer pleasure rippled through him, and then it was over. “DANIEL, DANIEL COME QUICK!!” Preacher Garland yelled as he rounded the church. “What is going on here? Daniel.. You're a Witch. That’s blood magic!!” “Preacher, Wait.” Daniel tried to explain. “No, Daniel! You performed blood magic, and that is why the fever has taken your brother. Wyatt is dead, and now so are you and so is Louise.” He continued. “Now to the cells with you.”