Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

Their postures were deceptively relaxed, but Emma could sense the tension that ran through them like an electrical current—they were ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Emma studied the men carefully, taking in their appearance with a clinician's eye for detail. Leather jackets hung open to reveal bare chests adorned with tattoos of varying quality and subject matter. Multiple piercings decorated their faces and bodies, catching the light with each movement. Their hair was dyed in unnatural colors—vibrant reds, blues, and greens that stood out starkly against the monochrome backdrop of the building. They were the epitome of a motorcycle gang, with one crucial difference

he said, standing and briefly clasping Kelly's hand. "Yeah, yeah, shut it," Drake said. Derrick looked very similar to Drake, except of course, for the shock of black hair on his head. It was a little odd to get used to, seeing someone that looked so much like Drake but with hair. "Next, one of mine and Duncan's friends from college. This is Freddie." Kelly smiled and turned to look at the next man as he took her hand and briefly shook it. He had short, curly hair and a round face that made it look like he was always on the verge of laughing.

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

Their body was also painted like their tits were incircled, their belly button has a mustache and many other more. "I wish I had worked out" Jason grumbled and looked down at his round stomach. "Me too" Ryder added looking at his too. And that's the result of always pigging out. I tsked and shook my head. "Wait, how come I have the monkey?" Diego complains looking down at the smiling monkey that is stapled on his crotch area. I just laughed at them. "Why are you even here, Ken?" Jason asks. "To watch the show" I shrugged.

The looks on their faces were so satisfying. Parker let out a laugh. “You like to play smart don’t you? Emmy warned me about that.” “No really I don’t know who you guys are. You,” I pointed at him, “I know you are Parker but what about Frick and Frack?” I asked pointing at the both of them. “Frick is Keith and Frack is Todd, smart ass,” he bit out through his teeth. “You sound like you want to slam me against the lockers.” “The idea sounds tempting.”

In all these years, I've seen Freddy only for a few times and those few times were enough for me to know why he doesn’t have a family for himself. He just talks less and stares more at anyone who ignores him or doesn’t consider talking with him. He has this dark three inch long scar across his nose, which seems like decades old. Long, uneven hairs that he neatly combs and the round thick glasses that he never takes off. Uncle Freddy doesn’t have any family as most of his blood relatives passed away long ago and for some reason he chose to be a bachelor and no one knows why. He and I didn’t share any kind of bond till now, he’s just a person whom I happened to know as a colleague of my father

‘What is wrong with me? “Well, hello, freckles,” he drawled.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

"You southern boys are strange." "If think I'm strange for loving snakes then you are going to love this next bit of information… I'm friends with the corner who is also the mortician." I inform of this with a peculiar sense of satisfaction. "We are childhood best friends." "I stand by my statement, yeah buddy." The older man replies. "He isn't even in my top ten of weird. I've seen some stuff, man. Enough to believe just about anything." "Ma'lob Ja'at kab kiin, Tyron." A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us.