Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

These guys weren't gonna be satisfied until they'd made their point, and I was all done with playing. An animalistic snarl tore through my throat as my temper boiled. "Last chance," I threatened. "He's a freak!" The bald guy exclaimed, pointing a finger at me. "Gut him, Frankie." The blond scruffy-looking guy lunged as Baldy threw a clumsy punch. I managed to dodge before the other two guys made a grab for me and gripped the bald guy's forearms, delivering a headbutt to his nose, bursting it open and splattering us both with blood.

I snap He subs, " I don't know, man.” He wails " He just introduced himself as Freando.” “Then what does he look like?" I ground out impatiently through gritted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips. “Mexican, bald, has a scar cutting across his hairline, and a beard. You can’t miss the scar, it’s pretty fucked looking.” I roll my neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It's been a fucking long day. “Cool, thanks man,” I say casually, as if I haven’t been torturing him slowly for the past three hours.

I answered, and his grin widened. “Who is the hottest man you’ve ever seen?” he asked, and the group erupted with whistles, and heat flushed into my face. Normally, I would have laughed it off and lied, but whatever was in the drink had stripped away every filter I possessed ad unfortunately, one face immediately appeared in my mind. Dark hair, sharp jaw, piercing gray eyes, a man old enough to know better, a man completely off-limits. Elena’s father.

My heart bled; I wished the ground could open and help me cover my shame. I did it, but with only two guys: Chris and Steve. It was either Chris or Steve. One of them was behind this. But which one?

I won't say it. Aiden is a brunette, and those aren't my type. I've been with blondes, red and dark-haired men, but never a brunette. But Aiden. I can't even think of the words. Now he laughs. Satan's spawn laughs. And it's a good sound. Fuck. "Your freckles are so much more prominent when you get all riled up." His laughs end with a few chuckles. I frown. "He was laughing because of my freckles? Because he thinks I look more stupid with them."

His foul breath almost made me puke. He had light brown hair, and the other guys with him looked like his friends. But I think one has to be more than a friend, perhaps his brother because he had the same hair shade and strong jaws as him. The third guy was tall. He had black hair, and a scar on his face, and both his hands were in his pockets looking undisturbed. "Your boyfriends aren't with you today?" the second shorter guy asked. "What do you mean by that? What boyfriends?" I asked.

The five guys standing in front of us are fucking gorgeous. Every one of them is absolutely shredded, from their corded forearms crossed at their chests to their abs stretching the front of their black t-shirts. I thought that Davis was built, but these guys are ripped. Not only that, but every one of them is tattooed and heart-stoppingly handsome. Most wolf shifters are attractive, but these guys look like goddamn movie stars. Get it together, Fallon.

“What’s with the interrogation?” We all turned to see a dark-haired boy blinking back at us. He was tall, slender, and had a fair complexion. Pretty brown freckles dotted his round face; his long, straight nose was giving him a snobby look, but his light blue eyes were shining with mischief. Dressed in a casual sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers, he looked like a normal teenager. It was the empire’s 16-year-old spare heir. The king’s little brother, Frederick.

I blurted out. "Thanks." He replied, lowering himself onto the seat. I unintentionally caught a whiff of his cologne and damn did he smell like dark vanilla and sandalwood. He smelled really nice, manly yet boyish. Letting my eyes sneak a look at him from the corner of my eyes, I saw his well sculpted face and it had spots peppered around his cheekbones. He had freaking freckles and it was cute. How the hell did he make freckles look cute yet manly?

She was his wife. "Uncle!" Izzy shouted making Enzo snap his head towards the voice. He smiled lightly at the little girl before resuming his food. He smiled...? "Where's uncle essio?" Freddy asked, tilting his head a bit to the side. He had brown hairs and blue eyes, similiar to Izzy. Arabella had blue eyes but her hair was black. That made me wonder...Who was Freddy and Izzy's father? Enzo has black hairs and green eyes and now that I notice, he had a lot of piercings too. It made him look like the 'Bad Boy' type. He had a lot of tattoos; on his arms, neck and maybe other places too.