Novel & Cerita Freddy Singing

He is a very hardworking student with an impressive academic performance, plus very loyal to his long time girlfriend from the Education Department. Nagtaas ng kamay ang isa sa mga kabanda ni Justin, "I'll start because a need to attend my class in 30 minutes," matamis itong ngumiti that immediately made every girls in the room faint, except for her of course. "Alright, go ahead Lucas," nakangiting sang-ayon ni Freddy. Pumanik ito ng stage at tumayo sa gitna kung saan nakatayo ang microphone sa stand. He started singing an old song... True Colors by Cyndi Lauper. Everyone holds their breath when his eyes sparkles as he sang the song with his handsome voice. Weird but it does made him 10x mor

Fred stopped mid-laugh, his eyes bulging like egg whites. “Fuck! Listen to that," he whispered, his usual jest gone. Someone once said that singing and composing were like making love to the soul. The voice behind that mic was giving me an eargasm. All I could think of was how beautiful that voice sounded and how much I wanted to hear more of it every damn day. "That girl, whoever she is, is a nightingale. Her voice could take her place. Adonis, if you don't claim her, I swear, I'll step in, fuck her, and plant my seed in her,” Fred said, and I scowled at him.

*instruments* ~You were the shadow to my light Did you feel us Another start You fade away Afraid our aim is out of sight Wanna see us Alive~ ~Where are you now Where are you now Where are you now Was it all in my fantasy Where are you now Were you only imaginary Where are you now~ ~Atlantis Under the sea Under the sea Where are you now Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me~ ~I'm faded I'm faded So lost I'm faded~ ~*~ FREY's POV [ON SET]

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

Scott stayed behind, close enough to be felt. Freeda slowed for one breath and looked at Scott. “Don’t fix it,” she said. “If you patch this, he wins again.” Scott met her gaze. “Then what?” “Tomorrow I walk in early,” Freeda said. “Alone. Calm. My name first.” Scott nodded. “I’ll be inside.” “Not beside me,” she warned. “Not even close.” “Understood.” Randy’s voice carried after her, bright, public. “Freeda,” he called, like a man calling his bride back to a dance. “Come sign. Don’t punish the girls.”

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

I yelled, and began to happily dance in my seat. “Turn the music up, let's do it! Come on people let’s get loud,” I sang at the top of my lungs. This song was one of my anthems, it pumped me up big time. When I’m feeling good and in my element, nobody can tell me shit. “Let the music make you free, be what you want to be, make no excuses,” I sang. I felt Fanny’s mood shift. *No excuses! Let’s get loooooud,* Fanny said, and she flashed me an image of her swaying her hips.

She laughed as she flopped into her chair. “Freddie came by Kris. He was insistent that you call him.” I didn’t say how strange he was acting. That is something Kris needs to see for herself. Her smile turned to a scowl. Then she picks up her mobile, obviously texting him. As Freddie is not part of our pack, she can’t mind link him. Her phone then beeps, “He’s coming over.” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Clasping my thighs tight against it, I allowed him to do his will. Freddy didn't waste any time bringing me to tears. "Should I stop?" "Don't you dare!" He chuckled, proceeding to dig in deeper, withdrawing slowly while his lips trembled against the skin of my neck. I lost it. I missed Freddy. I miss how good it used to be. "Fredmon," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky, you'd think I said "Red monkey" Silence. "F*ck me back to my senses. Please.”