Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

The pain radiated through him and caused him to fall to his knees. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, and if you think it's back now just wait until my brother sinks his claws in you.” Abaddon laughed as she turned on her heels and walked away. Abaddon didn’t lie, Daniel knew he would have hell to pay when he faced Azazel again, after telling Abigail everything. The whip snapped again, but this time it was different, the whip had been changed out. This one was made of barbed wire, and it sliced through Daniel’s skin like butter. As it reared back, Daniel tried to brace himself for the next strike, but nobody could brace themselves enough to be prepared for the sharp, slicing pain of the barb