Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

I no longer have a life. Sighing, I overturned the pillow on my mattress before grasping the short red dress that laid under it. I smiled a bit, my mood lifting a little as I was reminded of my plans for the night. Tonight is one of those awesome Fridays when I take the risk of sneaking out of the house. There's a club near here that always helps to keep my mind off the bad stuff. Well, technically, it's the guys that keeps my mind busy. Hopefully, I'll be able to find someone new tonight, someone who'll make it all go away with just one mind blowing thrust.

She yelled, happily opening the door wider. I turn to Gwen and raise a brow in question. "Did you already give her one of the bags of weed? She seems a little......extra chirpy....no?" Gwen laughed. "One way to find out babe. Come on let's make some brownies!" ______________ Shit. Shit. Shit. This wasn't how I had imagined my Friday night would be. Snuggled in my room, eating chocolate while watching Supernatural was more fitting than......this.

I answer, watching her eyes light up like I just proposed. “My friends and I are hitting Dark Moon Friday night. Thought maybe you and Devin could join us.” She leans in. “It’ll be… fun.” Devin flashes a grin. “We’re free.” She beams like she won the lottery. “Perfect. You won’t regret it.” Her friend leans in and whispers something I don’t catch. Doesn’t matter. I smile, wink, and keep walking. “Friday should be interesting,” Devin says under his breath. “Definitely.”

Suddenly I remembered the words of the black-amulet warlock: “We are out to hunt and kill the hunter” That sent a shudder down my spine and I shook my head at the thought of who that might be. ….. It was Friday night, and typical of a friday night, the bar was stuffed wall-to-wall with patrons. Half of whom were already drunk when the night was still very young. The air buzzed excitedly with chatter, laughter, and the hum of cheap neon lights. Music throbbed low from the jukebox, and the smell of spilt bourbon and hot fries blended with sweat and shifting tension.

- - - - - ONE MONTH LATER - - - - - ~ Audrey ~ “Get ready, bitch, we’re gonna paint the town tonight!” Mikey hollered over the phone, and Audrey couldn’t help but laugh. It was Friday night tonight, and Audrey was on a three-way Facetime call with her two best friends, Mikey and Liv. “Okay, what’s the plan?” she asked. “There’s a huge V-day weekend blowout at Culture tonight. I heard Calvin Harris is gonna perform, we have to go!” Olivia exclaimed.

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. Almost at the same time, Kamron and Kimea inhaled and looked at her.

I gripped the handlebars and rode my bike toward the garage before shutting the roll-up door behind me. Then I headed inside the bar. And just as expected…Friday night was already in full swing. The festival was in full motion. Loud music blasted through the speakers while laughter and drunken shouting bounced off the walls. Cigarette smoke curled thickly through the air. Bottles were scattered across nearly every table, and club girls moved around freely, draping themselves over whichever man caught their attention. Fridays were always reserved for business like shipment days, deals being closed, money changing hands.

come on turn the radio on its Friday night and I won't be long I gotta peal my nails and put my high heels on it's Friday night and It won't be long till I hit the dance floor .......hit the dance floor I've gat all I need no I ain't got cash I ain't got cash but I gat you baby" Somebody pls pinch me is that Maddie singing God she has a good voice when I say good I mean a great voice I wish her soul is as good as her voice.

LAST NIGHT *** Red lights, loud music, cheers, laughter; they were things Aurelia saw and heard frequently, even in her sleep, she could still hear and see them. She was a party freak, but at the same time, she still managed to live a decent and healthy life. Blaze club was known for its special Friday night, and today happened to be Friday. It was the biggest and hottest club in San Francisco, tagged the club for the rich. And every Friday, Aurelia never failed to visit the club with her friends.

Fuck everything. Soon the music took over everything and my body moved like water, like fire, like every bad decision I'd never let myself make. Even as I danced, I knew everyone was watching. Men, hungry; women, envious, but I didn’t care. I had to unleash that dark side of me I long buried to become a ‘good girl’ for the sake of that bastard.