Freaky Friday Novels & Stories

Maya's Pov I sat on my bed at eight forty-five, car keys in my hand, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it. In fifteen minutes, I was supposed to meet Derek at the construction site. Alone. Away from the house. Away from Sophie. My phone buzzed. Sophie. "Movie night! We're watching Home Alone. Get down here!" My stomach dropped. How was I supposed to sneak out during movie night?

Hazel's anxious face became redder, then she rolled her cute eyes and she turned her head into the window. The awkward atmosphere grew intensely, as Jae started teasing her. Then suddenly the company's guard knocked on the door. "Boss, Someone's here from the City Bank, he said that he is the director of the bank and came here to apologize to you!" Daryl Poxter was in despair when he knew that the one he offended this morning was no ordinary person, and it turns out that he is the most feared person in the world who turned it up side down.

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

Freya glanced at her phone and doubled up with laughter as she thumped on the bed. What a delight. When Catherine, who had just gotten up, walked past Freya’s room and heard her laughter, she was speechless. She pushed the door open, only to see Freya lying on the bed and laughing with tears of joy. Catherine was at a loss for words. “What are you watching that’s so funny?” “Let me show you something epic.” Freya handed her phone to Catherine. At first glance at the trending searches so early in the morning, Catherine thought it would be about Shaun and Sarah’s marriage. However, she did not expect to see “Rodney Slept With Five Women”.

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.

“Excuse me, please, I’d like to know if you have seen a young lady here a couple of days ago?” “Sorry sir, I do not understand you… a lot of women lodge in here frequently.” “Of course, I knew that.” Freddy nearly rose his voice and licked his lips before continuing in a small cool voice. “I will only give you some description, maybe you can catch up. She is a bit short, brown hair, hazel eyes, sort of white skin, pink lips, a tiny shaped figure, also scared of elevators?” Freddy made stupid descriptions only to embarrass himself leaving the hotel receptionist blank.

"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.

Scarlett. Oh My God...! What the hell did she send to Mom? **************

It was absurd to think that someone could be that enticing and she could not, for the life of her, figure out what that had to do with the lesson. However, the one thing that was the very reason why she was stuck in that building was something that she deemed to be the mother of all surreality. The man was believed to have been awaiting his bride and so on every friday the 13th of the eleventh month, a girl was tied up in his private home. If she was found on the next day, it served to prove that she was not the bride. If however...she shook her head. Of course nothing would happen to her. Besides, this man would be centuries old and as far as she was concerned no one could live that long.

Sometimes friends just need a time out, right? This was my weekend and if she doesn't leave for a while I'd likely snap. A few minutes later, she opened her bedroom door. She was holding the same laundry basket that held her stolen panties, the sexy patterned sundress she was wearing when she came in was on top. Her tits looked magical in that dress. She's going away with some fucking idiot she's known for a month and now they are in love. In my head the Amityville horror house said "Get Out".