Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

Alex tried reaching for her again, and this time, the other men pushed him to the floor. "Shit, look at his boner. I am sure Mr. K would like to be pegged by him," the third man said, looking at Alex's crotch. "Yeah," the second grinned. "We should go call him to see this masterpiece!"

The insect of curiosity bloated. Since the 'Endurace Range' was in the silent corner of the facility it took him over a minute to reach the main hall. However, after reaching the main hall the scene wasn't something that Kendrik expected. He saw two guys rushing towards him with a somewhat obnoxious grin on their faces. They both had an athletic frame. One of them had a scar above his right eyelid, black hair long enough to be tied in a bun and the other one had a much leaned build, 2 inch shorter in height and well maintained eyebrows and military buzz cut.

the tattooed man asked. “We don’t really know, all we know is that he or she lives here” Mika replied. The tattooed man became more aggressive as he thought he was being mocked. He tried throwing a punch on Mika’s face,but Mika avoided the punch, and threw three continuous punches on the man’s stomach..The man fell down. “Please don’t kill me, I’m Frank but my friends call me funky,I will help you just let me go”He cried. I nearly laughed.

Yet, before even Killian could open his lips to mutter another word, they rushed to stand up as if they just waked up from a deep slumber, their faces together with their messy looks and hair depicts a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and glee. "Ooh, Kill's girl was finally in the house! Welcome to our humble abode, Ms. Fridays!" After the awkward staring contest, one guy exclaimed breaking the silence in the most silliest way possible as he pushed back his messy hair and grinned widely at us. The other one rushed forward with his arms wide open, his eyes were gleaming with mischief and his smile was crooked, revealing his tooth even covered with a seemingly a piece of spinach from the pizza

I said, a smile pulling at my mouth. Even as my inner bitch cringed, she shook her hair back and gave a little finger wave. The lead guy, his bald head shiny under the light, laughed. This guy had all of his teeth. The crop of closely trimmed salt and pepper hair outlined his mouth. Old tattoos looked like bleeding green snakes around his neck. "The suka has fire." His lean, beef jerky body, shook under his laughter. Baldy apparently had at least a passing sense of humor.

It was quite common for them to change boyfriends seven or eight times a week, and sometimes they even dated several boyfriends at the same time. Of course, they wouldn't think Fiona was that innocent; they just believed she was pretending to be innocent here. At this moment, the sassy girl with earrings noticed Frederick and was instantly captivated by him. Usually, these thugs were constantly getting into fights, staying up all night, drinking heavily, smoking, and they could barely get enough to eat. Most of them had yellowish teeth and sallow faces, with lifeless eyes. They had a weak body and constant hair loss; sometimes had a few scars on their faces.

There’s no color in it, the iris clouded over and grey. My uncles Craig and Montero are covered in all kinds of scars, and I’ve watched Aunt Natalya stitch up some of the gnarliest of injuries, so I’m used to seeing these sorts of things. The next man is large. Huge like a mountain and wide like a fucking bulldozer. Tattoos crawl up the side of his neck, his arms, all the way down to his knuckles sporting fat gold rings. I can tell in an instant his jewelry isn’t a fashion statement. These rings are meant to hurt. In lieu of brass knuckles, they’d be a perfect substitute. The third guy is by far the most impressively dressed. Modest silver cufflinks, his hair swept back. His smile is warm an

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

"Thanks, Freddy." The massive guy nods before returning to his post at the front entrance. I turn to the three men and take a closer look at them. One is faired skin with red hair—he's the biggest of the three. He looks like he's on steroids, as bulky as he is. The second one has sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. He's more like the boy next door, only troubled. The last is another blonde with dark eyes and slightly tanned. He definitely looks like he's got Italian blood in him. He must be Gallo. "Names," I state.