Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

Fool. The video attracts everyone, it catches their gaze and they begin to give in to the possibility that Freck is Brighella. The show ends and Grean places me in his pupils. “What does this have to do with Freck?” Mentally I pound it. She smiles at him apathetically. “That the mark of the Columbine's hands ended up on Freck's neck, I saw them live and direct, Freck wore a scarf” I rolled my eyes, “he never wears a scarf, but he needed to cover them.”

Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am! He was pounding on the treadmill but this time he wasn't wearing his hoodie, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. She caught her breath and her steps faltered. She had never in her life seen such a specimen of a man. His body was sheer perfection! His back formed the most perfect V down to a narrow waist and a round butt that begged to be pinched. His arms were wire tight with ropes of muscles. His short-sleeved shirt allowed her to see that Christopher Jamieson was a ginger! He was covered in freckles…tons and tons of brown freckles over his pale skin.

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

Why won't they? He is a moderately built and heavily inked lad with strikingly cool features, like a deity. He had chiseled jawline, flawless white skin, deep blue eyes and a nice crew cut, which suited his face perfectly. He was the epitome of perfection itself and one of the famous sexiest bikers in college. Carl was his rival because they both have the same talent, good looks and a few similar qualities. “I know it's Jade…” Carl growled amidst clenched teeth when he saw the faces of one of the bullies.. “That two-timing asshole! She almost got me laid a few weeks ago.”

The Mark flared brighter, responding to his touch like a lover. ​"Are you ready?" he asked. ​"To face your brother?" I asked, my voice steady. "The man who tried to murder us an hour ago?" ​"To face the pack," he corrected. "Aiden is a rat. The pack is the lion. Tonight, we show the lion that the rat is not worth eating." ​He pulled my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the glowing silver knot. ​"Let them see, Yara," he whispered against my skin. "Let them see exactly what they tried to call a freak."