Freddie Mercury Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She asked in a manner that had me feeling uncomfortable. How much did she know about Adam and Eliza? Elijah and I? “Charlie, I want you to meet my beta and best friend, Freya Hathaway.” Elijah introduced before he kissed my forehead. “Freya, I want you to meet my girlfriend, the woman I have been searching for all these years; the woman I love. Charlie Griffin.” “Hello Freya. It’s nice to meet you.” I stretched my hand towards her. “Hello Charlie.” Freya responded but I could see something deeper than the fake smile she had on.

"I don't mind, I think this is what Jayden would have wanted, to see you happy, with someone else" "I am sorry, but I cannot ". She was about to get up and leave, when she heard her name, it was her best friend Brittany, she sat down back, and glared angrily at her. She disappeared on her wedding day, just the same way Jayden did, and here she is, smiling like nothing happened. Frederick use to like her before, but here he is, telling her that it has always been her, she waited to see him react to seeing her, but he didn't even act like he knew her.

He immediately got up and smiled broadly at the screen. “Baby, I waited until you fell asleep! Where are you?” A soft, happy voice I’ve never once received from him. Guess who’s calling? If you don’t know, let me tell you — it’s Paula, a famous model. Paula is, of course, Fredric’s girlfriend. You might wonder how everything could fall apart after just one month of marriage. Of course — Fredric explained everything on the very day of our wedding. “Hurry up, let’s go,” Fredric said. He seemed in a rush, leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom.

The chattering from my bedroom can only mean one thing, Rosa and Freddie are still enjoying each other’s company. It’s always the least likely people that will fall in love. For Freddie, he comes with a tragic backstory that Rosa is unaware of. Freddie, being twenty-five, has a few years on Rosa and in those short years before they met, Freddie was previously married. His wife, Maria, died in a plane crash. Maria was a bit like Amelia Earhart, or so Freddie has mentioned to me in our private conversations.

When Kent saw the photo of Nigel, he exclaimed, "That's your husband? He cheated on you?" "No, you got it wrong. He's my husband's younger brother," I explained. "And she's the woman my husband's been seeing. Just investigate for me, and I'll explain everything later!" A few days later, Kent sent me his findings. Freya's real name was Fiona Levy, and she was Nigel's high school classmate. Back then, Nigel had secretly been in love with her, but nothing came of it. After college, Fiona married a foreigner and moved abroad, only to recently return after her divorce. She'd run into Nigel, who was still infatuated with her, and they quickly rekindled their relationship.

He wanted me to know what I was getting into. I'd discovered that he'd dated a lot of beautiful women. I tried to feel honored rather than intimidated that he'd been with ballerinas, actresses, models, and even a professional mime. Freddie said that one was meant to be a joke, but she was actually a lot of fun to be around. The relationships had never lasted very long, but everyone seemed to love following them. There were so many tabloids with articles about Freddie. According to one, he was actually the result of an affair with a bodyguard, while another claimed Freddie was actually the true heir to the throne because he'd been born on a Tuesday.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

They were an ex-lovers. “What do you mean? Did you...” I can’t continue my sentence because I am afraid that she will feel offended or uncomfortable. “Silver was very in love with his girlfriend but because due to one night stand we had when we were drunk, he married me and broke up with his girlfriend before,” she said. She sounded guilty. I saw Freya taking deep breaths. “Anyway, can I excuse myself? I feel like I need a bathroom,” Freya said and I watched her eyes, they were sad and painful. “Uh sure, we’ll just be here,” I told her and she smiled at me.

“Stop fighting it. That man is your karma, your chaos, and your cure. You two were made for each other.” “FREYA!” What?” Freya laughs, eyes still wide. “I’m not gonna lie to you, babe. Before I can respond, someone shouts in the background on her end. “Freya! Check the gossip blog!” the voice yells. “Your best friend Lucy is rumored to be dating the famous hockey star—” My heart stops. “Wait, what?” I sit upright. “What did they say?” Freya’s brows furrow, and she scrambles to check her phone. “Hold on, hold on, I’m switching to audio, gimme a sec!”

He stopped chewing the moment he heard what she said. "Why? She left Freddie at the moment he needed her the most. He is in chaos! His thoughts are in chaos. He needed an anchor and that was Mary, but she decided to turn her back and be with someone else." She could hear bitterness in his words. As if he is in Freddie Mercury's shoes. “She loves him the most because she let him go.” "Just because of that?" She could see his frown. "He let go of Freddie because she knew he wouldn't be happy with her. He knows she is not what he needs."