Freaky Friday Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Forbidden Fantasies

I can’t wait to tell her. Freya finally flips open the lid of her suitcase and we all step closer to get a better look. There is what looks like a ring light, a phone stand, face paints, various masks and costumes and tins of coloured hair spray. “It's a bit late for Halloween,” I frown at her in confusion. “It’s the best I could come up with at short notice at this time of year,” she rolls her eyes, “welcome to the opposition campaign,” she grins proudly.

he said. "A hologram of Freddy Kruger ripping a kid in half I guess," Frances said. He laughed. "A kid tied to a tree and being tickled by slender hands." "Please say less of that." Frances quivered. "Okay, no horror talks tonight," he said. "Maybe you could tell me about the EGG machine," Frances said.

Light flickering from inside. I push it open. Step inside. Chief Winters is there. And a woman I don't recognize. Older. Wild gray hair. Sharp green eyes. Covered in tattoos that seem to move in the candlelight. The witch. "Freya Reed." Her voice is raspy. Like she smoked for a hundred years. "So you're the one foolish enough to attempt this." "I'm the one desperate enough." I close the door behind me. "Can you do it? Can you awaken my wolf?"

I asked her while grinning at the thought of my dream girl. “Yeah, the freak?” She answered as if she knew the girl. “Exactly,” I confirmed with a big, proud smile. “So, what's with the freak?” She cluelessly asked and then halted as she realized something. “Oh My Gosh, Prycie! You don't mean she's the one?” She asked in disbelief, and I’m just beaming. “Kyaaaaaah! I told you! I told you! I told you! I'm freaking right the whole f*cking time! Kyaaaah!” She's screaming and shaking her phone, or she is jumping on her chair. What a wild reaction!

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

Because there’s no way that woman’s name is Kira Davidson. I straighten the piece of paper from earlier and re-read the message. [Hand over the Petrov Princess or die.]

The very next morning, the world woke to headlines splashed across tabloids: “Mysterious Woman in Vampire King Ricardo Vitalli’s Arms — Who Is She?” The days after the incident blurred into one another for Freya. Though her body healed quickly, her mind betrayed her. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory replayed—strange hands gripping her, the suffocating fear pressing down on her lungs, the helplessness that dragged her back to the darkest moments of her past.