Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

His skin tone had a paleness to it and he was dressed in a navy blue round neck and black jeans. The other holding the bucket had sandy blonde curly hair with some stray bangs on his forehead. He was light skinned and his eyes were brown with a glow to it and freckled skin to top it off. He was dressed in a grey round necked short sleeve shirt and army cargo pants. If not for the circumstances, I would’ve assumed he was a free spirited carefree person at first glance. He had that ambience to him. “How does a traitor even bother to sleep so soundly?” Mr freckles asked in a tone of mockery.

I never did though. The oddest candidate in my imaginary list were a group of four guys in their late twenties and thirties, who came into the pub both with their partners and sometimes just the four of them. They were youthful but not the prettiest guys I had ever seen. One in particular had tattoos on his arms, shaved hair, a broken nose and was muscularly stocky. His three mates were leaner and a small taller than him but all equally looked like ex-boxers.

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

“Wouldn’t you be more interested in hanging out with a guy like me?” Francium went pale and let out a hiss of pain as the guy’s hand tightened on Francium’s shoulder. I looked up at the guy and frowned. There was a bit of resemblance between him and Francium around his eyes and nose, but between the two of them, I wouldn’t say anyone would choose him over Francium. This had to be one of Francium’s brothers.

Separate from each other in every way I could see, but with one thing in common: They were all werewolves. "I wish I could order my wolf around like that." Seatbelt Guy grinned. Now that I wasn't panicking, I got a better look at him. His skin was dark, his hair cut close to his scalp on the sides of his face and head. Slim, artfully-styled locs fell to the middle of his forehead. He was the tallest of the group, but only by an inch or so. They were all tall, and all built like the damn football players I'd assumed they were. "We all do," another guy agreed. He strode toward me, offering a hand. He was tan, with a mass amount of fluffy, dark brown hair and a smile that would've set most peop

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

“Just making sure it’s not because of the wrong person.” My heart stuttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugged like it was nothing, his lips twitching. “Nothing. Just… you’ve got a very dangerous smile, Freckles.” “I want a better nickname,” I growled. “Girlfriend?”

Apparently, his attempt to make a good impression had failed miserably. He exhaled a dreary gasp and shrugged his shoulders at their impudence. He couldn't say much since all of them were of the same age as his so-called girlfriend, thus older than him. Both boys in the groups had black hair and dark brown eyes. Each of them had chiseled jaws and fair skin. One of them had sharp facial features, whereas the other one seemed to have a comparatively bulky build. They both were also a few centimeters taller than Creed and had traces of trimmed facial hair.

“Really. I did. I just forgot them because, you know, who cares, right? Tits. Freckles. Teeth. That’s who they were, in the end. Big Tits. Red Freckles. A mouthful of huge Teeth. So that’s what I named them. And this one?” He looked back at her. The dull brown of her shoulder length hair. The skinny arms. The mouth smeared with lipstick. The jaw slack and drooling. The cheeks still shining with sweat. Her head sitting at an awkward tilt on her broken neck. “Well, her tits aren’t anything to write home about and she can’t be Freckles—” he said. “Freckles?” his bro said. “Yeah, man, Freckles. She had freckles, so . . . ”

My curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself looking out to try to see the two guys everyone seemed to drop for. I found Reed reasonably quickly as I knew what he looked like with his long blonde hair pulled back into a man bun. He was standing next to a guy maybe an inch or two taller than him, which was hard to believe as Reed was already a giant. I could only see the back of his head with messy, longish dark brown hair on his head. He was just as massive as Reed. He had solid muscle with a slight bit of a tribal tattoo that peeked out from his uniform on the left side of his neck and collarbone, then again down his arm on the same side.