Freddy Rockstar Novels & Stories

"You're suffering the consequences of this Rock family idiot's foolishness!" Hearing that news, Marvin paused, feeling a sudden wave of sympathy. He glanced over at Freya's face, expecting to see irritation, but instead found only laughter and a cheerful demeanor. Freya didn't take the matter too seriously, even though it had clearly inconvenienced her. Marvin slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and said, "Freya, Rockxill is currently hiring. While your position at Harvard Oil was just a regular finance staff role, at Rockxill, you can step in as a manager." He nudged his wife and winked.

Felix glared at Freddo “What he needs now is rest and not that alcohol in your mind!” Felix almost yelled to Freddos face “That's okay guys, we can celebrate if that's what Freddo wants” “Yess….” Freddo dance in excitement, while the others shook their heads in annoyance

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.

1. Fridays Are The Best Eve rolled out of bed with a growl. It's Friday, it's the Friday before her graduation from high school and it's also the first Friday of being legal. Being 18 and old enough to be able to do anything she wants, well almost anything she wants. But the best part of this Friday, the best part of this Friday over all the other Fridays she has had is that today her big brother is coming home.

That scared me, losing you scared me. Subsequent to my words, she went dumb, bereft of words. “Oh, are you guys in love,” Loretta sang, breaking the trance we were in. Freya squinted her eyes, robbed her neck, and licked her lips to moisture it. All those made my dick twitch. “Stop, Freya,” and she immediately composed herself. I clenched and unclenched my fist, desperate to draw back my brain and dick from the direction it was going.

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

“No friends? No guy?” She waves a hand. “Freya’s visiting her grandparents. Bree and Jenna have dates.” “And you don’t?” Another wave, this one more reluctant. “The guy I want isn’t available.” “Got a girl?” I ask. “Something like that.” She’s clearly hiding something, but my sister will talk when she’s ready. So I say, “Well, he better be worth it if he’s making you feel like this.” Grey nods. “Yeah. He better be.” Then she eyes me. “What about you? Why aren’t you out with Nyx?”

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

Just as he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up, I heard a voice. “Get your hands off her,” It was followed by a heavy punch that twisted my stomach. The man stumbled back, clutching his jaw with a curse, his eyes wild with rage. The music kept pounding, and the crowd barely noticed what had just erupted in our corner of the club. I went still, my breath caught in my throat, until I saw him. The one who’d thrown the punch. Freddy. He stood there, tall and unshaken, his fist still clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. His eyes were locked on the man as though daring him to make another move.

Another claw ripped off its head from the body and threw them both into the hot coals. It snarled and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty. After staring at her for long minutes, it turned and walked back into the darkness on all fours. *** Freddie threw the blunt of his cigarette into the ash tray beside him. He had already smoked three sticks and was on to the fourth one. He was beyond frustrated. The past three days felt like hell for him on his own ship. He had lost five million dollars because of a stupid fight. A very stupid fight. That anger almost made him throw those two men overboard too. But he needed them. He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more.