Chica X Freddy Novels & Stories

“Wait. Did you have sex with the guy? Was he that hot that you gave your V-card the same night?” “Sex?” That surely awoke Freya. “I didn’t even meet him!” With Freya’s eyes wide open, she could clearly see herself in the video call. She realized the misunderstanding. She was wearing a man’s shirt, one side of it sliding off her shoulder. “What do you mean?” Charlie asked. “The guy’s flight got canceled,” Freya revealed. Ever since she started dating in Freedonia, she had updated her younger sister about it, so she was also aware of Mr. Lenard.

Fifi was estimated to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars as an A-list celebrity before she reached her 30s. Everyone wondered why a successful celebrity would have connections with Chad. Chad was scared when he saw Fifi. She was not just anyone else but his senior. Furthermore, Fifi was the Alpha Female of Mystic Pavillion's Phantom Medics! Chad smiled and said, "Fifi, stop pulling my leg. Plus, I don't think I want to get married so soon after my divorce." Fifi gave him a charming grin. She lightly brushed her hand along Chad's neck, leaving a faint red mark.

Nanna chuckled before proclaiming, "Oh, I know the reason why you're buttering me up with kisses Dada's Izzy! I'll definitely make some yummy churros for you but before that, let's eat first. My mouth has been watering for so long and I can't wait to taste my chica's cooking!" At that, Maxwell gave her a stunned look before questioning, "Chica?" "Yup, chica! She's my chica from now henceforth!"

He nudged Zed. "Mama miya!" he exclaimed. "Take a look at this creature straight out of the Olympus of Love...it's going to be my day" "Be careful, Vania and the others can come at any time."said Zed "So what? Anyway, I have to go talk to that girl." Frederic said “Well ok do as you want.” said Zed Frédéric took a bottle of mineral water and walked over to the girl who was stretching to warm up. "Hi young lady" said Frederic

, Chica said holding my cheeks in a motherly way. Chica wasn't that old. She was probably at her thirties while Fey was younger than me. Having them as my girl pals or squad helped me get through everyday. For once, I didn't feel alone like some black sheep discarded from the flock. For once I felt like I belonged. Here, with them. In this house. With him, no matter how irritable he was.

“Come on, man. Let’s catch up. It has been a while.” Freddy didn’t indulge him. The action spitted Tristan. “Really? Maybe we should talk about sweet Francine.” He sneered in his ears. “She will be mine, soon. It is inevitable.” Tristan continued, chuckling darkly. “When you are done with her, I would like to have a go at her. Bet she is still as sweet as I remember.” He smiled, tauntingly. Freddy took the bait and balled his fists to aim squarely for Tristan’s jaw. His punch connected, sending Tristan to the ground. Everyone gasped at what just happened.

Bruce took out his phone and said with a smirk, "Just wait and see." ...... Freddy ran after Freya and hurriedly grabbed her hand. As soon as he touched her, his hand was shaken off. "Don't touch me! You're disgusting!" "Freya, listen to me. It's not what you think it is." Freddy hugged Freya anxiously. "Freya, can you please give me a few minutes to clear things up?"

"What have you done to Freya Ace? He muttered, and went back to his room. *** Spooky was heading back to her room after having sex with a male mobster, when she saw Tornado coming her way, she smiled and quickly approach him. "Hi Tornado" She said smiling. Tornado looks at her with a frown. "What?" He asked. "I made some chips earlier because chips are your favorite, should I give you some chips? Spooky asked still smiling. "Not interested and don't talk to me ever again" Tornado warned her with a hateful look on his face, and he intentionally bumped shoulders with her while leaving.

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”

I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. “It’s OK,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I started to cry again into his chest; thoughts of Richard being hurt earlier flooded my brain. Freddie was tall for his age; he was ten, the same as Richard. They were best friends, and had been since we moved in four years ago. He had chocolate brown hair, which he usually spiked up with too much gel, and light blue eyes that were like windows to his soul. When Richard looked at you it made you feel like you could fly.