Withered Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

The fact that she was throwing up in the corner served to affirm his theory. Frederick looked at the perverted man lying helplessly at his feet. Just a few seconds ago he was trying to ruin another person’s life. But now he was lying on the ground limbless, crying in pain with no dignity left. The tears and snot on his face didn’t garner any sympathy – at least not from Frederick. He couldn’t speak because his lower jaw and tongue were no more. Coincidentally, they were lying a few feet to his left. But he whimpered constantly, almost as if he was begging for mercy.

Freddie croaked, stretching out a trembling hand toward me as though I were his last hope. I met his gaze, letting my eyes glow with the heat of my will. “I’ll save you, Freddie,” I told him, letting his desperation strengthen the power rising within me. “I could save you right now. But first, you have to make this right.” His blue eyes widened in horror. “What do you mean?”

"I've been like that the moment you left for Syrithi to marry someone else! Tania, if I can't have you, no one will! If need be, we die here together. That way, you'll never leave me." His obsession and madness thickened the air. Carlo immediately shielded Tania in his arms. Gripping her hand tight, he whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid. If we die, I'll be with you." At once, the Garretti family's MadeMen formed a solid wall before them, shouting in unison, "We swear to die with Don Garretti! To live or die with Don Garretti!" Tania looked at Carlo holding her, then at the terrified guests. She knew Simone had lost all reason. He was truly capable of taking them all down with him.

“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 air stank of mildew and dried blood, clawing at my throat until I gagged. The ropes cut deeper as I twisted my wrists, ignoring the burn. I had to get free. I had to fight. My twins needed me! At last, the fibers loosened just enough. I yanked my arms free. “What the—?!” one shouted, storming toward me. I didn’t think. My foot shot out, slamming into his groin. He dropped with a howl. Another lunged at me, but I ducked, ramming my shoulder into his gut and sending him sprawling.

Why does his bite feel so good when it should hurt? ‘It’s the toxins in my bite,’ Freddy replies through telepathy and continues to drink for me. ‘Sorry for entering your mind, but your blood pushes my powers through the roof. I feel insanely powerful, but I can’t stay. I’m going to leave you now. So farewell but not goodbye.’ My eyes snap open. “Wait!” I shout, but Freddy has already spat out my arm and is currently melting into a dark spot on the floor. He is rapidly sinking into darkness, smiling when he realizes my terrified expression.

The room smelled faintly of sweat and fever. “Freye!” I screamed, and my voice no longer belonged to me. I scooped her up as best I could. Her limbs were limp one second, rigid the next. I slapped her back, inhaled her lips, trying to force a breath into her. Her eyes rolled white at the edges. Red splotches mottled her skin. “Stay with me, baby, stay with me.” My hands were slick with sweat. I pressed her to my chest and felt her small body tremble. Unlike any regular wolf, Freye was born sickly.

After the had wrestled me to the floor, they dragged me to the basement and tied me up here. "You think you can steal away our little dove, huh pretty boy?" the one that I'd come to know was Fred asked. Wibur moved in closer and pulled my hair to look up at him, "She's only with you cus of this face, ain't that right Freddy?" he said to his buddy and I spat in his face, if he wasn't angry before then he was definitely angry now. He wiped my saliva of his face and scowled at me, "Maybe I should mark up that pretty face." he suggested and looked at Bert for affirmation.

“A little? That’s –58 °F! It can kill someone! They wouldn’t even be able to shut their eyes from the cold!” With a wave of his arm, he said to the butler, “Lower the freezer’s temperature to –148 °F and lock this trash inside!” “But she’ll die!” The butler tried to stop him. “Ha! How could she possibly die?” With bloodshot eyes, William said, “Didn’t she just say that she just lowered the temperature a little? I’m just giving her a taste of her own medicine.” The butler told the bodyguards to drag the maid away. William was still fuming. He dragged the maid into the freezer himself and shut the door.

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.