Freckles Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

"You need to go chat up some of those girls on the beach, young man." My mother's naked back. She had a little color after yesterday and it made the freckles more prominent. I ran my fingers over them. "What are you doing?" She asked. Holding her top against her breasts. "I'm sorry, mom. I never knew you had all these freckles and with a little sun they stand out more." "Yes, son, it comes with the hair. I'm glad you like them."

Then, she framed me before murdering me as well. She was evil through and through. When her plan fell apart, she resorted to eating in angry silence and muttering curses under her breath. Rufus tried some of the food but stopped after taking a few bites. He questioned with a grimace, "Why does this food taste like foot fungus?" Hilda snapped at him for being picky with his food and said he was free to leave if he didn't like the food. Their relationship had been strained for a long time. They were only barely tolerating each other at this point.

“Give them that slice, and they’ll take it. Show them ours, and they’ll refuse it out of spite.” “So: spite,” Kade said. “Harp, ready to look vulnerable. Jas, keep them interested. Berrit, feed courage to fools first.” “Always my favourite,” Berrit said and threw a heel of bread at Freckles, who caught it with the gratitude of the recently spared.

Grace sure was quick in taking her shirt off, though, despite being under the influence of those drugs. Noticing Frederick's reaction, Grace said hurriedly, "Don't space out after looking at my perfect body. Quick, treat me! I'll let you look after you treat me!" Frederick was disgusted. He looked at Grace's skin. Her skin was patchy and uneven, hung looser on her body, and littered with small bumps. It was a sign that she did not take care of herself well. Grace's body was nothing to shout about when compared to that of Priscilla's or June's.

Even from rousing from sleep just now with no makeup on, she still looked beautiful. Reynolds had noticed something though. The freckles on her cheeks he had seen the other time was nowhere to be found.Did she cover them even in the evening at home? Did they make her insecure? She didn’t need to cover them. They added to her many delicate features. Made her look more innocent and lovely than she already was. Reynolds turned off the computer and exited the library. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water with Amy still on his mind. He took a seat at the table and drank the water. He had his men tailing her wherever she went. It was unknown to her.

“Godammit woman! I’m telling you it’s ugly..” I roll my eyes,”Bro, I believe the word you’re looking for is messy or I don’t know, maybe untidy..” I say, “ugly seems a bit too off don’t you think?” His face turns red from embarrassment. “I mean seriously, if you wanted to make an excuse, atleast make a good one..” I spoke as if I make excuses any better when I obviously know I suck at it. “I me-” “You might as well tell me the truth you know..”

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

He was wearing his favorite jeans and a T-shirt, nothing fancy. “Am I dressed okay?” she asked. “It’s hard to pull an outfit together when you don’t know where you’re going.” “You’re perfect,” he said. He wanted to kiss her then as she looked up at him. Her blue eyes searched his and as he gazed down at her he noticed a dusting of freckles across her nose. Had he noticed those before? He didn’t think so. They were so at odds with the way he saw her. She was supposed to be this ball-busting crazy woman, but a little dusting of freckles like cinnamon across her nose was incongruous with that image. It gave her a girl-next-door look, nothing like the woman in the video. With each moment he spen