Freckles Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

“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 . . . ”

The moment she perched herself on his lap, my attention zeroed in on her, like clockwork. Getting close to Jamie Curran was almost too easy for her. Any other woman would’ve run for the hills, but not Freckles. Maybe the way she looked tonight helped a little. She had a certain appeal, I’ll give her that—curves in the right places, that smirk she wore like armor. Attractive? Sure. Anyone with eyes could see that. But honestly, she was just another face in a sea of them. She didn’t stand out to me any more than any of the other pretty women crawling around this city. What really grated on me wasn’t the way she looked, though. It was her mouth.

“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?”

It was thick and black and cut in a fringe on her forehead ; she had to keep it unwaved since she could not afford money for hairdressers or even for attending to her hair at home . But she did brush it night and morning , so that it shone like lacquer . Her face was white and her deep blue eyes shadowed ; her features had a certain gamin quality about them ; her mouth was too large for beauty , but it had generous curves and if she had been able to use lipstick would have been attractive . There was a powdering of freckles across the bridge of her slightly retroussée nose . Her dressing - gown was a hideous garment and buttoned right up to the throat , and the slippers she was wearing - oth

A small, grey haired woman seemed to appear out of thin air. “Oh my days,” she gasped, “what happened to you?” she exclaimed. “Maddie, run and fetch the doc. Apologise for the early wake up call but tell him it’s urgent.” Maddie, a young, brunette girl with freckled cheeks and a button nose, ran off to do what Lileth had asked her.

I snap at him, dropping my hand and glaring at him. “That’s the thing dude I do know! I know she has bright white hair, it’s so bright it’s almost silver, her complexion is so so pale, yet her cheeks are littered with 78 freckles, yes 78 exactly because I count them every single night. Then her eyes” I sigh, closing my eyes, her little face coming to the forefront of my mind immediately.

I was wearing a cute black top, layered necklaces, perfect eyeliner, and my hair done way too nicely for someone who was only going for food. Charlotte FaceTimed me, immediately bursting into laughter. “you said you weren’t trying and do you plan on hooking up with anybody, because you look like Maya from fifth grade trying hard to impress um what's that weird looking boy you had a crush on?,” she cackled. “ It's Adrien and he's not weird looking, he just had freckles and loved bugs you know eating healthy and I'm definitely not hooking up with anybody” I shouted. “Hmm, I see you're just trying to seduce the appetizers.”

Francesca sneered, "I know there isn't, and there never will be. You're not in her league. Lauren's the heiress of the Rhodes family, a true socialite. Do you have any idea how many people in Jayrodale would kill to be with her?" "And you," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain, "instead of focusing on your career, you're busy chasing women and trying to climb the social ladder on their coattails. Why resort to being a kept man when you're a decent doctor?" Andrew looked at Francesca gravely. "Francesca, I think you're sick." Francesca was stunned. "What did you just call me?" "I said you're sick. Seriously sick," Andrew replied, his face blank. "Judging by your temper, I'd say you'

I was too tired to do something with my hair so I let it fall across my shoulders again. Thanks to my small figure, I looked like a little girl, someone in her mid to late teens. Then I noticed my freckles were making a prominent reappearance across my cheeks and nose bridge. Just great! I didn’t like my freckles. They made it seem like someone had splashed some dirt across my face. They were always prominent when I lost my tan which I guess I did due to my condition. I stopped staring at myself in the mirror and grabbed my bag and keys.

“I’m Ashly.” I think Ashly didn’t like Cracker, and I could well understand why. Mot of the whores wanted a biker to claim them, but while they were fun to mess around with, they barely had enough personality between them to interest half a man. They weren’t necessarily dumb, vain, or plain, just too--- boring! A woman like Cracker wasn’t just a pretty face, she also had personality, spunk, and charisma. What Ashly and her likes lacked, Cracker had in spades!