Freak Novels & Stories

I almost feel like a granddad. Anyway, between Shrey and me, he has always been the bright one. My mother loves him and all my ex-girlfriends have always found him very attractive. Clearly, I don’t see what those girls did. Well, Shrey is tall, dark and fairly handsome. His hair is like thin noodles like those African- American disco dancers and it gives him character. The most striking thing about him is his disregard for the impossible. There is nothing in the world he thinks he cannot do. His overconfidence makes him almost cocky. In one crisp sentence—He is a freak.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

I really don't know what's funny. Jade's shorter than me. Latin American, olive skin, big green eyes and she's kinda pretty. She dresses in tight clothing sometimes and I'm always tempted to take her to a corner and tell her her choice of clothing is too tight. I don't know why she dresses like that though, it's like she has this massive crush on Leo with the way she throws her arms around him when they stop to talk. And she always giggles a lot.

A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.

They couldn't have their future leaders and commanders as a bunch of sissies and pantywaists. "Damn! What is he doing?" "A mano-a-mano! Finally, something interesting!" "Has the Chakra Freak finally lost it?" "Are those shitty nicknames not enough for him… now he plans to embarrass himself even more! Is he like a masochist?" "This is what happens when your wounded pride takes over your sanity!" "Please don't be a disappointment, I left my assignments to see this!" "Hahaha! After this, the Freak wouldn't be able to show his face!"

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.