Freddy Rockstar Novels & Stories

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife. To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne. During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio. But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her. My personal attorney, Gregory Hicks, had been my friend since childhood. His family had practiced law for generations, with several gen

I don't like McDonald's but I wanted to make her happy, so that's what we did. On the car ride there, Wes and I play eye spy with my little eye with her. When she got bored, she asked me to turn up the radio so she could sing, and of course, Wes just had to sing with her. It was fucking fantastic let me tell you, music to my ears.

"Wow! I mean... it's nice to meet you. I can see why they call you Rosa. Your hair is so red." "Hello, Freddie. So you're the famous agent Freddie. I've heard so much about." Freddie glances at me, like it's a bad thing I have mentioned him outside of work. "Talking about you is not against my contract, Freddie." "Well, it should be. And keeping gorgeous women away, should definitely be going against your contract," Freddie says. It's obvious that he has already started eye-fucking her. Freddie isn't that much older than Rosa and me. He's twenty-five and Rosa is eighteen. They could technically date, just the idea makes me laugh a little.

Eager for revenge, Carren strangled Ruby. Jay lifted his chest, but Frederik pushed him back. "Hahaha, don't try so hard, asshole! We've been on the streets longer. We're more dangerous than you think! You see her?" Frederik pointed his head at Carren, smirking. "Carren is a baby-eating creature. She's got a lot of experience breaking older people's necks. That little girl is like a bug to her." Jay growled violently. What energy he had left was concentrated in a single headbutt. He smashed his forehead against Frederik's nose. Frederik's scream followed the crunch of broken bones as he finally disappeared from Jay's body.

Tristan spoke confidently. Freddy stared at him in disgust. He knew Tristan Young all too well. He was the most underserving person of Francine. Tristan saw Freddy as well. “Freddy!” He hollered. “My man! The hero of the hour!” He shouted. Freddy ignored him and took a swig of his drink. Tristan left the ladies and walked over to Freddy, his steps unsteady. “Come on, man. Let’s catch up. It has been a while.”

Frankie asked pointing to his chest "Oh please stop that" Trent roll his eyes "All you can do is dancing,,,we deal with vocals,raps,and a lot more" Rocky said "Singing without dancing is rubbish whereas we can dance to beats alone" Frankie said "Is it weird if I agree with Frankie Hyung?" Jerry asked "It's weird,really weird" Rocky said "Okay I won't agree" Jerry muttered and they laughed "I and Seven owns this competition,,you're under our feets,,,Ivy and Winter are in this too" Frankie winked

His fingers found a tempo that had me rocking my hips for more. “Come for me,” he whispered, flicking his thumb just a little bit harder. “Come for me, Zoey.” The rough hoarseness of desire in his voice is what did me in. The blatant need in his words was my undoing. My entire body shuddered. My knees went weak and it was only Freddie that kept me from falling to the ground in an orgasmic puddle. The prideful smirk on Freddie's face when I opened my eyes was sexy as hell.

Frederick's voice had even gone high-pitched. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck, I'm gonna fuck Joy Jar's ass and then yours, Crusher. Because I found out that my meal ticket here is broke, completely destitute! And that's not all, he likes to abuse helpless young ladies, look at me, bad boy!" Big Lock looked at me with a demonic smile. "Big Lock, it's not like that." I was getting desperate seeing the three men coming at me. "Big Lock, what else did your contact say?" Frederick asked, and Big Lock went back to the door.

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Below, the orchestra shifted into a new movement, and this one they both did know. Enzo timed his strokes with the rhythm, using her own slickness to ease his fingers’ passage. It wasn’t hard. She was obviously turned on, and it made him, if possible, even harder. Those little sounds she made, the mewls she tried to smother with his own tongue, kissing him, made his cock rock hard, presses against his pants, twitching, throbbing and begging for relief.