Freddy Funny Novels & Stories

The girls next to him are no different, short dresses. Dresses short enough for me to know they both agent wearing underwear, unfortunately. Their hair is all over the show sticking at odd ends and laying flat against their faces. But they're aware, not drunk to the point of oblivion. "Where you been?" Freddie's slur cause his saliva to land smack on my face. Rubbing at the now infected skin, I turn my head to him. "Work. Yo, where's the tattoo artists?" I have to shout in order for him to hear me because unlike him I don't shout for a living.

“Or what, Freddie? You’ll drag me out? Beat me?” I lunged at him, grabbing his collar. He didn’t flinch. He laughed as if daring me to strike. I swung my arm, trying to push him back, but he caught my wrist. “You think this is funny?” I hissed. He shook his head. “Funny? Not at all. But entertaining? Definitely. Look at you, all fired up. You’re predictable, too predictable.” I pushed harder. “I said leave!” “Or what?” he asked, smirking. “You’ll make a scene? Fine. Let’s make one.”

“So, really, I'm fine with ninjas delivering donuts anytime.” Freddie chuckled. “I think there's a business idea there.” “Was there really an option for clowns?” I asked. “Yes.” Freddie nodded. “I must say I really hope I'm invited to a wedding again soon.” I laughed, thinking of a posse of clowns showing up to a wedding reception. “You really are a troublemaker, aren't you?” “I like to make people laugh,” Freddie replied with a shrug. “Everyone in my family is so serious. It's all politics and manners and being proper. My mother says it's my way of rebellion.”

"I was hарру to hеlр оut. It'ѕ thе least I саn do fоr your gеnеrоѕіtу." "Sо, did you bоуѕ hаvе fun in the Jасuzzі?" "Yеѕ, wе did." "Gооd, nоw it іѕ оur turn tо еnjоу you. Freddie gо wіth Dеxtеr аnd Dеnnу соmе with mе."

— What’s your biggest pet peeve? — Stupid people. — he says with a shrug, then spins the bottle. It lands on Ryan. — Truth. — Ryan says. — How many times have you done it in one day? I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. — Freddie asks, raising his eyebrows. — Three times. — he says, laughing and shaking his head. He spins the bottle and—of course—it lands on me. Who else? — Truth. — I say, not trusting that he’d give me a dare.

“I don’t need to hear about your bondage plans.” Freddy’s grin widened into a genuine smile. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t pry,” he said at last. “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Kim replied saucily. Freddy shrugged and went back to where he’d left the rag wadded up on the counter. For a moment, he worked in silence while Kim finished her cookie. “You know—” “Hey,” he began, just as she’d started speaking. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

For once, I felt normal. Freya had texted earlier, asking me to drop by her house after the videoshoot. She said she had “something funny” to show me, probably one of those office pranks she loved pulling on her colleagues. I didn’t think much of it. Freya was the kind of person who could turn anything into a joke, even a broken printer. Eldric insisted on coming with me. “You’ve been working too much,” he said, “and Freya’s the only one who makes you laugh like a real person.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.

All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy heard Jefferson's reply, his anxiety spiked once again. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed towards them and beat them up. However, it was Jefferson who he was speaking to. Beating him up? What a joke. Freddy would be cowering and backing up against the wall. It had only been two days since Florence showed up, but Freddy had lost a lot of weight within that short period of time. The stubble on his face added years to his appearance, making him look pitiful.

He asked mischievously. " Shut up, Freddy!" Roxanne flushed. She playfully slapped Freddy's arm. " What? It's just a friendly question. I get loud with Michael too." Freddy says. " La la la la don't wanna hear about your sexcapades, Freddy." Roxanne playfully covered her ears. Freddy burst into laughter. "How's your head, though?" Freddy asks. "Aches, but I'm good." Roxanne replies. Cynthia emerged from the study room, looking flushed and happy. Freddy teased her, "Girl, work it!" and Cynthia started twerking playfully.

“What the hell is happening?” My eyes widen while Queen Fara chuckles beside me and splashes a bit of water at me. “It’s saying hello.” Her genuine smile was wide as she looked down at the gentle waves, and I could see that she didn’t seem to fear it at all. I eased back down and hesitantly stuck my hand back into the water, I tried my best to welcome the tingles, which soon had turned into swift coolness that courses through me. I smiled at the feeling. Maybe she was right.