Freddie Mercury Girlfriend Novels & Stories

A prince froggy maybe but no Prince Charming, infact no prince at all'. She was blabbering which only meant there was someone and I planned on digging the truth out of her but my room door bursted open. 'Hey girls! Sorry to interrupt but I thought I heard you girls say Meghan has a boyfriend'. Gracie said. 'Yeah she does, for a month now'. Queenie supplied. 'A month? And Meg you didn't think to tell your big sister? Who's he?' 'Travis'. They chorused. 'Travis?! All your visits to their home finally paid off huh?'

The old lady began her story as the entire group listened carefully. “Marjorie was only eighteen when she met Freddy back in college. She was the brightest person I have ever known—so full of life, with a beautiful soul. Though her father was filthy rich, she never let that get to her head and treated everyone with respect. When Freddy came into the picture, she decided to hide their relationship from her family and also the public. Well, except me—I was the only one who knew of their relationship.”

“I’m here to receive a grandchild. I heard on the news a while back that you got married. I know I should have come to see you right away, but like I said—” “I’m not married,” Frederick interrupted sharply, his tone clipped. “That was just a rumour,” he said as he stood up, preparing to walk away from her. “So I suggest you leave.” But her voice cut through the tension, stopping him dead in his tracks. “It’s Serena, isn’t it?” Frederick's sudden pause made it clear to her that this was definitely not just a rumour. “Look at you, accusing me, your own mother, of wanting your money, but you’re so blind to see the gold diggers right in front of you! How could you let her back into your life?”

Freddie batted his innocent eyes, twisting the truth with ease. Rebecca chimed in, supporting him. "Yes, I really did fall for Freddie at first sight! So what? I'm a person, not some item belonging to Tyler! I have my own rights and independence!" These statements were exaggerated and posted online again, and at the same time, Christina shared a photo of herself with Freddie on her private social media. In the photo, they were hugging each other, their faces pressed close together. The caption read, [Freddie, it's all my fault you're suffering. From now on, you're my only son!]

He smiled and drove down the long expanse of Crizford Avenue. As soon as he turned on the radio, the news about his upcoming public announcement of his girlfriend at the end of October blasted through the speakers. Addie, his cousin, was faster than lightning. No matter what station he switched to, it’s the same story. He chuckled softly and played "Just Say Yes" by Snow Patrol on the stereo. The song's upbeat rhythm matched his own good mood as he gazed at the massive billboards featuring Alice. They showcased her various endorsements for popular products and well-known companies. Edward's eyes reflected his admiration for Alice's beauty and her achievements. For him, she’s the perfect girl

Frederick picked up his coffee without a care in the world, as if making his wife feel bad at breakfast was completely normal. And then all of a sudden— There was a voice coming from the door. "Frederick." Everyone looked. I felt sick to my stomach. There she was. Big. Pretty. Stylish. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Clara. Frederick's girlfriend. Or former. Or whatever she was at the time. The woman who should have been sitting where I was. Whispers spread like wildfire. Frederick stopped moving. He looked surprised for the first time since I met him.

Fred replied in a stern manner. "You wouldn't believe that my girlfriend is Freya Winter, Jayda's best friend." Jeremy announced. "Wow, I'm so amazed by that." Fred said sarcastically. "If that's all you have to say, you can leave now." "You're so rude. I guess Jayda will be more excited to hear about this from Freya than you, moron." He huffed then left his office. Fred didn't look up at him till he angrily slammed the door, permitting Fred to laugh.

I smiled broadly, trying to admire my beauty, when Freddie suddenly stood up and strolled over, slipping some money which he had pulled out of his wallet, into the stylist's hand, before turning to say to me, in a voice loud enough for everyone in the salon to hear, “You look so pretty, my wife!” His wife? My heart skipped, faces turning with everyone fixing their stares on us. Since I realized this to be part of his little performance, I decided to roll with it, my cheeks turned red as I blushing, looking more like a love-struck teenager now, or should I say_smitten schoolgirl…?!!! “Isn’t he the same chap who got married to the emperor's daughter, Rhianna Brown, yesterday?” A woman in her l

I believe we left that for Kristy to take care of. “Kristy hasn’t said anything to me yet, but I’ve also been avoiding her.” Sliding my hand down my face, exhausted on that front as well. The little horny bitch needs to find a new sugar daddy to go after. “I don’t understand why your ex-girlfriend is still working for us.” Merk shakes his head, “I swear she takes an aphrodisiac every fucking day!”

Angela asked, "Who is your current partner? Do you know who spread this rumor?" Frederick scratched his head, looking completely at a loss. "Ms. Serrano and I are in a normal relationship. As for who dug up my past, I really have no idea. I swear I'm innocent." Kara Serrano was an A-list celebrity. Though she was already 40, she was known in the entertainment world for her youthful appearance. Her skin was flawless and radiant—the kind that countless people envied.