Freckles Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

She worried that there was something probably wrong with his hearing, he was acting practically deaf, even when it was time for him to eat. There were cats and then there was Freckles. The term "cat" implied an inborn sense of class and pride, of light-footedness and cunning. Freckles was more of a vegetable with fur, more whiskers than a porcupine has quills, and walked like his paws were made of lead. He was about as stealthy as a wedding car with all it's tin cans tailing down the tarmac. His favourite hobby was sleeping. He slept so much Holly had to wake him up most times scared shitless that something was wrong with him.

My lips were full. My eyes were a nice color, but despite my dark hair, my eyelashes were rather pale. I had a bunch of new freckles on my nose and chest, and seeing them, I smiled. I didn’t wear makeup very often, and I always preferred to make sure my freckles were visible if I did. I never understood why people wanted to cover them up. They were cute, like sprinkles tossed across my skin.

He was just lying and he secretly hoped she'd buy his lie. "I never knew I was a whiny person?” She tilted her head to the side with a smile on her lips. That's because you're not. I just needed an excuse to hate you then. "I said I thought you were a whiny person, freckles," Sophia's smile widened at the nickname. Freckles. "Why are you calling me that?" "What?” His lips quirked up into a smirk. “Freckles?" She nodded. “Yes,"

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.

"Poor think. I'm guessing you haven't seen anything as expensive as this house." Freya was a startled a little by Jessica's sudden appearance before calming down. She looked at the person in front of her, her eyes turning wide. Too much makeup, tight clothes which couldn't hide her protruding breasts. But what made her want to laugh the most was her makeup. The foundation was too light for her skin, her lips looked at like they had been covered with at least four layers of lipstick and then her obvious fake eyelashes. Freya held her stomach and bursted into a fit of laughter. Jessica looked at Freya in confusion.

"You ready for this, kiddo? Ready to officially make Mommy my Luna?" Harry’s grin is wider. It’s so wide it makes my wolf howl with elation. "I told everyone you're gonna kiss Mommy, and we’ll be together forever." "That's exactly what I'm going to do," I promise, ruffling his hair before he takes his place beside Freda. The music changes a second later, and my world stops. Freckles appears at the end of the aisle in a flowing white dress that seems to capture the moonlight itself. Her brown hair falls in soft waves, and the candlelight creates a halo around her that makes her look like something divine walking toward me.

"One is a half-hour late slacker, while the other is a peerless prodigy. How could they be the same?" At this moment, Cassandra turned her head. She glanced at Frederick, who was still asleep, and said with disdain, "Indeed, a frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean." Little did she know that Frederick heard every word she said. Frederick opened his eyes slowly, and replied with a lazy smile, "Why are you calling yourself a frog?"

Freck jokes, his nose deep into the flesh of Heaven’s breast. The girl still doesn’t release her hold on him, so Freck uses his right hand to loosen her grip on him before slowly taking that hand down. He lets it travel under the hem of her skirt, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her panties before slipping beneath. Heaven shudders once he grazes her folds, while Freck silently gasps at the slick stream between her legs. “Already dripping for me, huh?” he mumbles, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, sipping my cup while my eyes were roaming around, checking if Dad was looking at us, but he was talking to Zach and the others. “Thank you,” I told him as I lowered my coffee. “For helping Zach.” “I did what any responsible human would.” “I still want to say thank you.” “Your freckles are more prominent when you have nothing on your face.” He said out of nowhere. “Oh,” I gasped and felt my face burning, so I dropped my gaze to my coffee. I hated my freckles. Nikka and I were identical, but she had clearer skin, while I had light freckles. I don’t usually wear heavy makeup, but I covered them up all the time.

Laura’s idea of fun was holding ourselves in our room while we watched reruns of “Gilmore Girls,” painted our nails and stuffed our faces full of junk food. I had to admit I was having a good time. However around midafternoon I was itching to go explore, and if that meant I ended up at the pool- I was okay with that. “Hey, I’m thinking about going to check out the pool. Want to come?” “Oh no chika, I just stuffed my face full of Doritos, I’m not swim suit ready.”