Freak Like Me Book Novels & Stories

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Forever. My lips attempted to curve upwards but my cheeks already turn to ice, it's almost impossible to put on a smile. "I've lived a life of abuse and human tool subjected to experiments. So too good to be true talks won't work on me." [I know. Let me show you something to make you believe me. But before that, I will reveal myself to you first.] The pages in the book, where I recently drawn Kenneth's singing figure suddenly flipped without me touching it. Back to the front cover.

He burst out laughing and began picking up the books I had dropped earlier. "What exactly are you looking for?" I sighed softly. "Some sort of book about mythical creatures, maybe I can finally find out about my true identity." Noah began helping me search through the piles of the books that fell. "Hey, what about this?" He asked curiously while holding up a book that had a flame on it. Ember jumped in excitement. "That's the one Freya open it!" She yelled inside my head. I got the book from Noah and opened the first page and she was right. There was a woman covered in fire just like me.

Elena disappeared back into the crowd before I could complain further, and I was left alone to nurse the drink while I scrolled through my phone. Five minutes later, I finished it, ten minutes later, the room felt warmer and fifteen minutes later, the floor felt strangely soft beneath my feet, and my stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. I hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to feel like this. The light blurred, voices echoed, and my pulse hammered. A cold knot formed in my chest. Someone had fucking messed with my drink, and before panic could fully settle in, a loud cheer erupted from the centre of the room. “Truth or Dare!” I heard Elena yell out, and everyone yelled in excitement. Soon,

People gawk—maybe because I don't talk much, maybe because I don't laugh boisterously, maybe because in their gut, they know I'm different whatever it is, anytime I'm in the open I get easily singled out then they assume I'm utterly helpless. Or maybe it's the eyes. My dad says I have Hailey's eyes. The Queen. The woman I've never met but think about way too much and her pictures are everywhere, the entire world practically worships her as a human and as a wolf Queen. They trapped me by the fountain—three girls, one boy. All bark, no bite. "Hey freak," the blonde girl snapped, making my books spill out of my hands. "Why don't you slink back into whatever hole you crawled out of?

I see my clothes, books, towel, papers, and pens on the floor lying freely, which makes it even harder to search for the floor. I bend down and pick my books, notes, pens off the floor and keep them on my study table. I pick the chair and dust it which I had kicked a few minutes ago then slam my ass on it. "I can't fuck this shit. I need to graduate." I remind myself that I am doing all this for my freedom, for money. I need to pass. I need to graduate. And I need to buy a new Nutella jar too. Warning: This is a dark-humourous novel, not a serious werewolf book. You will know why I am called Almost Psycho, if you are planning to read this book.

I grabbed a random book on the shelf and kept walking. I sat and opened the book in my hold and made it stand on the table in front of me. Cover me up, bookie. And I set my watch to alarm at exactly ten minutes before the class starts. Finally, I closed my eyes, and I dozed off to sleep. --- As I was walking in the corridor, someone tripped me, and I clumsily fell on the floor, face-first. And I can hear laughter everywhere around me. As I looked up, those same electric blue eyes that always give me this strange feeling met my green ones, and she said, “I won, freak, I made you bow down to me. Mwahahahaha!”

I mean it, Nash, you need the best of all lucks this time around. OKAYYYYY, IT TOOK me like three days before I could finish writing this chapter. I had to wait for a while to finish school stuffs before I continue. To you reading it, it is Frenzy but to the writer, it is Cranky. More reason why I named the status. FRENKY. More frenzy, less cranky. Kindly check out my other books; The CEO’s secret and beautiful faults

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

“Hi bestie, say hello to everyone” Jasmine is recording me with her phone and she lives on tik-tok. “You all meet the famous freak who writes real p**n” She threw a stack of paper at me, taking, scanning them on the floor, the chapters of my novels. Everybody knows now I'm a freak, I have been called several names but not a freak and I might have considered liking it in a different context if he hadn't come with humiliation. Who writes a smut novel about her step brother and ends up having a step brother who I don't mind going down on. I had started thT book even before Jaxon and I became family and he promised to keep it a secret.