Freddy Rockstar Novels & Stories

"Freya, can you please give me a few minutes to clear things up?" There were a lot of passers-by, and several pairs of eyes looked over. Freya didn't want to embarrass herself, so she didn't struggle anymore. She uttered in an icy voice, "Alright, I'll give you two minutes to explain. But you have to let go of me first." Freddy didn't let go. "Promise me that you won't run away." Freya repeated, "Let go of me." Freddy let go of Freya, but he did not withdraw his hand completely for fear that he wouldn't be able to grab hold of her if she tried to run away. "Honey, I love you. You're the only one I love! Please believe me!"

How can someone expect a woman to keep her hands to herself in a situation like this? It wasn't in my plan to feel horny and let Spencer's touch burn me for the evening. However, Freddie, Grammy's best friend had other ideas. According to him, we are young so we should spend our “Honeymoon” by enjoying every second of it. No matter how many times we tried to refuse his exotic offer, the more he pushed until we gave in and now we are here. I feel like he possesses the eyes of a hawk. If he weren't Grammy's friend who is extremely happy that Spencer finally has a girlfriend, I would find him extremely creepy.

He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What exactly am I doing on purpose? This?” he said before taking my clit into his mouth. I gasped as he worked his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The way he went down on me reminded me of a video I had seen on tiktok of a guy eating ice-cream. Right now, it felt like I was the ice-cream. He had tied my hands earlier, leaving me unable to grab onto anything. It only heightened the intensity as he licked and sucked with expert precision. I felt like I was losing myself, my body melting under his relentless attention.

“Harvey! You’ll suffer a horrible death for this!” the inspector roared, his tone fierce but desperate. “You wouldn’t be able to see that, though.” Harvey tapped the inspector’s face while adjusting his collar, then fearlessly pulled out the ID in the latter’s pocket. “Freddie Robbins? What a lame name.” Harvey played around with the ID. “I have other peculiar hobbies aside from having a lot of money, Inspector Freddie. “I help people decorate houses. Would you be in need of that service? I can look at your house for free if you want.”

replied Zed "It's that I don't want to die young." Frederic said "Don't worry." reassured Zed "You know what? Your uncle's wife looked like no one would believe you if you said she was sexually harassing you." Frederic said "People are often what they are not." said Zed "Yeah your right." They stopped at the first nightclub. The music was going loud. The DJ was rocking tunes that were well received by those who jiggle on the track. "I want a really cold vodka and a soda for my friend" Frédéric told the bartender.

someone else asked and a light was shown into my eyes again. “Minuscule amounts of morphine. Teachers said she is highly susceptible to drugs, gets addicted fast so nothing else. We bandaged and packed her up.” “Any family?” a second voice asked, this time a female. “There was a teacher that was said to be close friends with the family. She called them while we were busy with her.” “So how does a nineteen year old rock star fall off the edge of a cliff?” a third voice asked. “Apparently she was exhausted. She might look like a kid but she has an adult life. Works at a bar, drinks, smokes; she even drove her own car to the damn school camp.”

Freddy came dancing out of the bathroom in her robe, a towel wrapped tightly around her wet hair, moving across the room to a beat only she could hear. “Come on, come on, country bumpkin! Go get your shower and get your bumpkin on,” Freddy urged, clapping her hands together. “I don’t want to be late for this party! I wanna get there before all the cute guys are gone—or, worse yet, taken!”

Once, I had caught him stealing a kiss from sleeping Vivian—that tender expression was something I would never forget. A flash of shame crossed his face, then he exploded in embarrassed anger, "Rachel, stop talking nonsense! Viv and I are completely innocent!" "Your so-called 'sibling affection' disgusts me to my core. Let me go, and let yourself go too." His face turned ashen, and he seemed at a loss for words. I remembered when I first arrived at the Holts' as a child. The fear of being dependent on others' charity made me afraid to eat my fill.

A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when I went to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary but they don’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but me. I am desperate enough to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel, at Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year, Rocklahoma. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery.

I stormed over and yanked the power cord from the stereo. As everyone stared in shock, I pointed to the gate and said icily, "I'll give you all three minutes to get out of my yard." Benny, apparently feeling humiliated in front of his friends, walked over and shoved me. "Ruben, what are you doing? We were all having a good time." "Are you deaf? I told you to get out!" I shook off his hand and fixed him with a frigid stare. The atmosphere turned unbearably awkward.