Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

There on his neck is an angry red scar in the shape of my wolf's jaw. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” I cover my mouth with my hand, utterly mortified and what I've done. “Hey, don't apologise, I'm honoured to wear your mark,” he smiles, and I can tell he is genuine. I look at Axel who wears the same mark, although it's not as visible with his shirt on. He gives me a nod and smiles proudly. I look at Luke next, who has his shirt off, his mark a stark contrast against his pale skin.

he said. His buddies flanked him; one was a dark-haired Latino with a goatee-moustache combo and thighs thick like tree trunks, his uncut dick curving slightly upwards with a heavy foreskin that hooded the cap. The other, a ginger with freckles on his cheeks and across his chest, his lumbering slab of meat straight as a pole and already throbbing so hard it bounced off his happy trail as he gave it a slight tug.

Somewhere in their weasel brains they knew they were in danger, they would give in at some point, and turn on him. We decided on Hector Fraccini a big fumbling mop of a man, his hair was greased from too much product, his stomach bubbled over the top of his pants from too much food, and his breath reeked from too much liquor. He indulged himself at every corner life presented, and he cared only for what the world could present him.

That asshole left me feeling awkward because of the situation that he created. And who was that guy calling him. He looked pretty rough for a posh gathering on the Upper East Side. His spiked hair was cut short, and it glistened stiffly under the mood lights. The black sleeves of his clean cut button-up were pulled to his forearms, revealing an array of colorful tattoos. This man looks gang-affiliated, not to put it lightly. What the hell is he in a fraternity for?

He should be at the same age as himself, but what happened? "Why do you want to kill yourself? If i had not saved you i wondered what would have happened. Are you all right?" He would have been white if it weren't for all the freckles. There were so many his face was brown with small pale spaces here and there, like the tips of grass struggling to show through the golden-brown leaves of fall. His hair was a perfect mop of red, it would have been lion-like had he not been so skinny. His old maroon t-shirt was a small, but on him it was like his big brother's shirt, clinging where it shouldn't and hanging loose where it shouldn't.

Would failing prove I'm not a wolf? I think of Krew, his wide smiles and his deep dimples. A piercing ring sits in its nose. Black ink from trees and animals runs up her arm. Goldie always said watch out for guys with trees tattooed on their wrists, they're the flirts. I smile. He's a flirt, always running his hand through short hair and flashing a boyish smile. A golden line appears in front of me. Blinking, I reach out and touch it, hoping that

Brock’s taller and more built, his wavy brown hair is longer, and the most notable difference is the devious smile that this other guy is sporting- I haven’t seen Brock smile yet, but with his prickly demeanor, I’m guessing it isn’t a regular occurrence. The second guy doesn’t appear to be related to Brock and guy number one, but he’s handsome in his own right- buzzed dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a killer body. His smile is so warm; it’s one of those smiles that has a way of immediately putting you at ease. My eyes slide between the two guys as they come closer, and I suddenly feel like I need to do a drool check. “This is Brent and Jared,” Brock grumbles, gesturing to the two of them. “M

He paired it with faded dark jeans that make him look every inch the rugged, fierce Alpha everyone here respects and follows. And he knows just how handsome he is when he catches me looking and grins. "Admit it, Freckles. You like it here, don't you?" The nickname hits even harder here in his compound, surrounded by his world, watching him be completely free and in his element. "Definitely," I reply with a smile. "I've made more friends in five days than I have in my lifetime. It also helps that some of those friends make a mean lasagna."

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet

“Your sky-high, praying mantis legs are hard to miss.” He yanked up a white pant leg of his gi, showing his thin, hairy limb. “These are rather sexy, aren’t they?” “If you shaved them, we could at least see some skin then, you gorilla,” one of the other guys hollered. “I can’t help it if I was born this way. Talk to my mom,” Ben yelled back. “Yeah,” joked the other guy, “I’ll talk to your mom. After I do her.” Francesca rolled her eyes and headed for the lockers. Guys could be so crude sometimes. Actually, most of the time. How was she blessed with so much company?