Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

Only a few days since the Thanksgiving dinner, and just over twenty four hours since Gina had driven her Asian pussycat to the edge of his control, Gina was no closer to forgetting him, no matter how many C batteries she went through riding her plastic substitute. Where did the insane attraction stem from? Sure, Jack was freakn' hot with his short hair, smooth skin, and tight little bod, but she'd screwed better looking men than Jack. She'd walked away from cuter ones too. None ever had her masturbating like she'd die if she didn't come. None ever took up residence in her mind, got comfortable and refused to budge. And none, not even hot to trot, Frank Miller, ever got her wolf panting and d

Frank had said, “This is unlike her. She is into this lifestyle only on Fridays, which often took her to the club.” Ken shook his head in confirmation, “Exactly the reason I am worried,” Ken had said as he stroked his ponytail confusedly and took a glass of rum and gulped, “I am still nervous. This is the first time she has been keeping late night, and I am undoubtedly convinced she is in trouble.”

Her lips split into a wide, toothy grin as she declared, “Not me, darling. WE are going somewhere.” Groaning loudly, I rolled my eyes, “Please, Thea, I’m not in the mood today.” Throwing her arms in the air, she screeched, “But it’s a Friday night.” I deadpanned, glaring at her, “So?” A wicked smirk curled on her lips, “So it’s a sin to stay cooped up on a Friday night,” she winked mischievously, “especially when you are young, hot, and very very single.”

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The bar hummed with noise, a restless Friday-night current that pressed in from all sides. Neon washed the room in blue and red, the smell of spilled beer mixing with cheap perfume and sweat. Bodies packed the dance floor, grinding against one another to a bassline that rattled glasses on the bar top.

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It almost feels like it's staged. "The forecast showed no changes to the weather when I looked earlier, but I feel as though I have been suctioned into a time warp of a horror movie. Like Freddy, cougars himself is just randomly going to jump out at me and slice my five ways to Sunday." I mutter into the mind link before turning slowly around, and that's when I see it. The white flower on the floor. Covered in...blood? Again. Ironic. "Definitely five nights at Freddy's moment", Rem says, which makes me snort.

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

My sisters and I almost cried when we noticed the rain coming. Not for fear that our makeup or hairstyles would be undone, but because the rain has always had that effect of making people change their minds. We wanted the nightclub to be booming. It was a Friday night. We wanted to have fun and meet new people. To be honest, I really wanted to have some excuse to find another man and forget about the call never received by Hazz. And only a nightclub would give me that.

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"