Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

She pushed into her apartment, concern spreading across her at who would be calling at eleven on a Friday night. Rebecca dropped her stuff in the car, turned to lock her front door and then worked to dig through her briefcase to locate the buzzing phone. She’d missed the call by then, but Jason’s name appeared on the screen a few seconds later. Sighing softly, she dropped the phone on the couch and moved through the house, turning on lights as she went. She had watched far too many scary movies as a kid not to turn on the lights in a dark house. Freddy was as alive and well now as he was in the 90’s, as far as she was concerned.

I love the thrill. But I’m not in the mood to watch one today. I gathered all my hair and put it in one shoulder while still choosing what film to watch. Fuck. Where is my hair tie? I stood up from my seat and looked underneath the pillows but my hair tie wasn’t there. Where the fuck did I put it? I forgot! “Are you looking for this, Jann?” I clutched my fist to my chest upon hearing Jeremy’s voice behind me. My heart boomed and my mouth hang open. Fuck. He scared me. Shit.

It sounds wild when we go to a party every Friday, but trust it doesn't always like that. I'm ready and now I'm waiting for Franki to pick me up. I've promised myself that I'm not going to get drunk tonight, I have plans for tomorrow. I don't want to ruin my Saturday morning by waking up late with blurry vision. After a while, my phone suddenly rings and I can see Franki's face popped on my phone screen. I picked it up and she said that she is already outside. I turn the tv off then walk into the lobby, "Get in bitch!" Franki shout at me and it makes me laugh.

he said. "A hologram of Freddy Kruger ripping a kid in half I guess," Frances said. He laughed. "A kid tied to a tree and being tickled by slender hands." "Please say less of that." Frances quivered. "Okay, no horror talks tonight," he said. "Maybe you could tell me about the EGG machine," Frances said.

We always have the same arguments when the Graycorts sleepover. We almost always end up with Mel Brooks movies on the first night with renting new releases on the other nights. Then there’s what to have on the pizzas. I like veggie pizzas, but all the Graycorts insist on having a meat lover’s supreme. We usually get both with a Hawaian for Mallory and Dad. The five of us were in the living room watching Young Frankenstein when Mina began to look a little uncomfortable. Her face was scrunched in pain. Almost at the same time, Kamron and Kimea inhaled and looked at her.

"No" "This?" "no..you know what forget it just stand" click "Sigh she couldn't even pose well," she thought to herself "Let's get going" "Mm Ok" "So where are we going?" "To micker's "Micker's?" she asked "mm" "Oh ok" Micker's was a place where almost half of the school had their parties, especially on Fridays. "And today's Friday," she thought "It's gonna be a crazy night" as they stepped down into Micker's...

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

The bass from the main floor was vibrating right through the soles of my shoes, a steady, rhythmic thumping that didn't stop. It was a low, constant shake that made the small glass bottles on my makeup table rattle against each other. It was Friday night, the biggest event of the entire month, and the club was completely packed from the front entry doors to the VIP balconies upstairs. I could hear the roar of the crowd even from the deep back dressing rooms, a loud, mixing sound of laughter, shouting, and clinking glasses. Any other night, that sound would have given me a rush of excitement, making my blood pump fast before a show, but tonight it just made me feel entirely cold.

“It’s hot. Only Lance makes me feel like this. It’s... insane.” Gigi lets out a wicked laugh. “You’re cooked, babe.” I take another breath and go back to the box. My fingers tremble slightly. I’m halfway through lifting the lid. “We’re going to break him.” Gigi adds. My eyes narrow. “No, we’re not doing anything crazy again, Gigs.” Gigi gives me a wicked grin. “Oh, Mona. We’re doing exactly crazy. Saturday night.” I blink. “What do you mean Satur—?”