Freak Novels & Stories

She was suspecting the worst and knew the inevitable was bound to happen in the very near future. "There is a queer fellow who lives here. He cures many people's psychological problems by his mystical mantras." Lima adminished Amara blatantly. Amara looked at her grandmother quizzical. She knew Lima wasn't a well educated woman and believed in black magic, sorcery and such other practices. When Amara tried to argue Lima became more adamant and decided to take Benjamin to the queer fellow who was popularly addressed as 'Fakir'. Lima reported the issue to him. The fakir looked into the eyes of Benjamin and slapped him.

He explained. "Look, you sad sorry excuse of a Sin, I understand you being pissed off all the time! I would be too, if my mother was a whore," Daniel began, "but I'm here on business, I'll kill them in my free time. " "You, little..." Wrath started but was cut off as Greed walked in the door. Greed was the exact opposite of Wrath. He was short and fat, dressed in a yellow suit. His eyes sat too far apart and his nose looked as if someone tried to pull it off his face by the tip.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I took a step back. "Bo! What are you doing here?", Alexis voice said. He took a step towards me and I took a step back. "Eew, what's that smell?", Meg said. The guy looked offended. "That's my new aftershave, dumbass." I took another step back. That smell...

“Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question” “Just say so and we will skip that question” I said and she nods. “Okay, first off, favorite color?” She asks. “Blue or probably black. Favorite movie?” I said. “Hawkeye. Favorite song?” “Believer by Imagine Dragons. Meat or Vegetable?” “Meat. Favorite food?” “Spaghetti. Genre of music?” “Pop. Books or movies?” “Movies. Hobby?” “Writing. How about you tell me more about you?” She asks.

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“ So , what’s your name , young man ? “ asked mr Frenk . “ My name is Antonio . It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Frenk . “ said Antonio . “ As well . By the way , you have unique good looks . Do you use any product in particular ?…….My wife is obsessed withy skin care products . She has forced this obsession on me too . “ said mr Frenk . “ I do use skin care products but I use simple ones . I only use them once every two weeks for only thirty minutes . “ said Antonio . “ And you have a skin like that ? “ asked mr Frenk surprised . “ …..I guess I have to thank my mother for my good looks . She was a very beautiful woman . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ You should ! No one gets such lucky gens

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

“Why are you dressed like this!” She makes a sharp stop in front of me and pants violently. After catching up a breath, she grabs my hand and blurts out, “Nat! Eason is a freak! He is fucking insane you need to stay away from him NOW!” …What? My mind goes blank. All of a sudden, I find it hard to understand what Jenna is saying. “What—what do you mean he is a freak?” I ask then suddenly realize my body is shaking. “But he can’t be…why is he a freak? What did you say that!”

Once again, that stupid attraction to bad men. The young woman shook her head, trying to dismiss those crazy thoughts. The next day, Tiodor presented himself in front of her again. "Little girl." "Hey, I don’t like being called that," she dared to say, "I don’t know if you know this, but I’m twenty-three years old, I’m not a ‘brat.’" "You’re an immature brat, that’s what you are." Libia pouted and got up from the bed.