5 Freddy's At Night Novels & Stories

She screamed out. "I love you more... Babe!" •••• Leah eyes parted and she sat up on the bed, looking around,Freddie is no where to be found. She pouted and stretched tiredly,last night it's was as if they had a marathon sex,they didn't stop untill 5 in the morning. She could still feel the pain between her legs but it's worth it. She crawled off the bed and head downstairs,she met Freddie in the kitchen, preparing breakfast already.

“Since you like it, I’ll make it more often.” Kelvin didn’t say a word but slipped her fork between her fingers for her to eat as well. “How do you intend to appease your best friend?” “I was thinking of spending a night or two at her place. Will you be okay on your own?” It was normal for them to spend the night at each other’s houses. As a remote worker, Freya always loved her company, and she had missed Blu, Freya’s cat. “When?” “Tonight.” His fork dropped. “You can’t go.”

“Are you free this evening?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Define free.” “Good. You’re free.” Satisfaction dripped from her tone like she’d already won. “Your grandfather and I have arranged something special for you tonight.” A muscle ticked in my jaw. “Grandma—” “No excuses,” she said sweetly, which meant I was out of excuses. “You’ve wasted a whole month already. Five months left, Damien. i won't take no for an answer.” My grip tightened on the phone. “I told you—I’ll handle it.”

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

A Night with Her Gray I woke up by the sun light coming through my window. I got up out of my bed to do my thing on the bathroom. Few minutes later, I'm done having a bath and got out. I wore my suit and trouser then combed my hair fixed myself and headed out to the kitchen. I take the sandwich as my breakfast today. I arrived at my office opening the room without Katrina to see in her table. I remembered I give her a day leave of absence to give her enough time to pack all her things so she can move in with me tonight. I begun with lots of work piling up for me to be done with. I started reading all the files signing agreement with other companies. Answering phone calls and scrolling to my

“Where.” Kris answered fast. “Halden House. The atrium. Cameras live there all day. Business people, society people, reporters pretending they’re not reporters.” Winnie frowned. “That’s a lot.” Freeda swung her legs off the bed. “He told the world we were still committed while I was asleep. That’s a lot.” Scott looked at her. “No touching.” Freeda glanced at him. “No touching.” “Understood,” Scott said. By two thirty, Freeda was dressed. She wore a black dress, her hair in a ponytail, and no jewelry that meant anything. Winnie fussed with her collar, as if she were angry with the fabric.

"This is my classmate and her dad. I've been staying at their place. I've been fine, Dad. Don't worry." The man, Mr. Jack Cooper, shook my hand repeatedly, clearly moved. "Thank you so much! Are you guys out looking for a place to eat?" I nodded. "Most places are still closed," he said. "Come with me to my place—I've got plenty of supplies and food." We followed him to their house and finally enjoyed a long-awaited, hearty meal. Amanda hadn't eaten well for days, so she had a big appetite and dug in happily. Afterward, Lexie tugged me along to her room to show me her clothes. She had an entire collection of princess costumes, and they were adorable.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

*** Hours later, the night had draped the city in its inky cloak, shimmering with a million distant lights. Freya Woods leaned against the car door, laughing as Marvis guided her through the basics of driving on a deserted street. She struggled, tongue poking out in concentration, her hands trembling on the wheel. “Relax,” Marvis urged gently. “You’ve got this.” Freya grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m a natural, aren’t I?” “Not quite,” Marvis teased, ruffling her hair. “But you’re trying.” They stopped at a small ice cream stand, buying cones to cool down and sweeten the night. Freya licked hers with childish delight while Marvis chuckled at her antics.

Because she was already lightheaded, Kenneth said, “We should go home. You’ve had enough.” She agreed. They returned to their tables and said goodbye to Alistair and the couple he was with. As they gave parting words, Freya noticed that the girl, Candice, was staring at her with anger. Freya did not know what her problem was, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to go home. When they returned to the penthouse, Freya was already very sleepy. To add to that, she was slightly intoxicated. Thus, instead of bathing and changing, she fell asleep in Kenneth’s shirt.