Chica X Freddy Novels & Stories

At Kadia, I entered through the back door as I normally did. And when I reached the VIP room, I saw Frederick wasn’t alone. Two young women dressed in skin-tight, almost nude colored glittering dresses sat on the edge of the sofa. They were sipping on champagne and giggling with each other. Frederick was on his phone before he looked up and saw me. “Hey!” Frederick got up and embraced me. “Am I interrupting something?” I was under the impression that we were going to have a private conversation.

Tiffany's eyes met with that of Freya and Freya shook her head slightly, “Please don't.” However, Tiffany didn't bat an eye as she raised her clenched fist to throw a punch. The next scene happened quickly, as not only did Freya not fall, but Tiffany was sent flying towards a wall. She slammed on it and caused a spider-like crack in the wall and got up immediately. “What the hell do you think you're doing attacking your teammate? What would you do if one of you gets severely injured in the process?” Adley asked with a tight frown. “One of us? Oh, Adley, we both know who'd be severely injured if you didn't butt into a conversation that's clearly none of your business!” Tiffany yelled, the vei

Even Freddy, who was heartbroken, smiled. "That's when I remembered the secret weapon in my jumpsuit pocket. While distracting Kendrick, I secretly reached into it. Do you know what I did next?" Summer raised her eyebrows and looked at the people around her one by one. "I sprayed the shampoo water into his eyes! In an instant, the enemy groaned in pain. He lost his strength. I quickly pinned his rifle with my armpit. But unfortunately, he was still too strong for me. For a few moments, we fought fiercely until, finally, Mommy shot him in the arm!"

A few times, Jordan held my hands and looked into my eyes as he spoke. Eventually, I grew tired of talking and decided to grab lunch. I was starving because I had missed breakfast. I walked to the restaurant, feeling lighter. Well, until I saw him. Freddy. He was sitting at the bar at the edge of the pool, and he was with a woman whom I recognised to be…Chioma? What the fuck? She was in a bikini that left very little to the imagination, and she threw her head back in laughter even though he was not talking.

Not even someone to confide in. "Hey." Freya squatted down, her ass hovering over the floor. Her heels were red that day. Moody and depressed. "You need a break...and a drink. Or, chocolates which are a girl's best friend. Let me help you. I have plenty of spare time." And she did. Her job was as challenging as choosing one's outfit for an occasion. Victoria hiccuped from the other side of the stall, unboxing the box of chocolates and taking a bite of one. "I..." she started. "He..."

Stella Grace went after Frederick Addington. He was driving away. She followed him. Frederick Addington returned to his villa. From afar, Stella Grace saw Feliecia Chuck standing in front of Frederick Addington's house. At the sight of Frederick Addington, she flew into his embrace. Frederick Addington kissed Frelicia Chuck on her lips, which lasted for fifteen seconds. With arms around her waist, he brought Felicia Chuck back to his room. Stella Grace looked on the ground, there was moisture in her eyes.

She asked in a manner that had me feeling uncomfortable. How much did she know about Adam and Eliza? Elijah and I? “Charlie, I want you to meet my beta and best friend, Freya Hathaway.” Elijah introduced before he kissed my forehead. “Freya, I want you to meet my girlfriend, the woman I have been searching for all these years; the woman I love. Charlie Griffin.” “Hello Freya. It’s nice to meet you.” I stretched my hand towards her. “Hello Charlie.” Freya responded but I could see something deeper than the fake smile she had on.

Thus, instead of bathing and changing, she fell asleep in Kenneth’s shirt. *** Freya realized her phone was buzzing. She was still in bed. Her hands reached for the phone, and when she looked at the screen, she automatically answered it. It was a video call from Charlie. “So, how was the date?” Charlie asked. “The date?” Freya asked back, sitting up and running her hands through her hair. “You know, the real estate guy,” Charlie said. “Wait. Did you have sex with the guy? Was he that hot that you gave your V-card the same night?”

I might be a little emotional, but it's moments like these that make me beyond grateful that Freya chose to sit next to me on our first day of junior high. "You'd do the same for me," she says, stepping back and holding me at arms length. "I want you to feel good about yourself again. That cheating asshole had no right making you feel like less than the amazing woman you are. I wasnt there to stand by you then, so the least I can do is help you shove him firmly in your rearview mirror now. And what better way to do that than by getting your freak on with a hot, rich man you never have to see again?" She releases me, then slaps me on my ass, making me yelp. "Now come on. Let's finish these dr

While Charlotte was still processing the surprise, a conversation unfolded behind her. "Go back to where you belong." "Can't I stay here?" Freddie asked. Charlotte walked out of the door and into the courtyard. Julie's face was still close to the camera. Charlotte asked, "Scoundrel? You mean Freddie?" "Yeah! He's a nasty guy! He loves to bully people! He’s a scoundrel!" Charlotte thought for a moment, not entirely surprised. Freddie appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, so a bit of rebelliousness was normal.