Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

she giggled like a five year old in excitement. Freya and I laughed so hard at her little play. Sofia had this mischievous glint in her eyes that I was starting to realize usually meant trouble…the fun kind. "Okay, enough," She announced clapping her hands together. "The vibe in here is a little poor.” It’s Friday night at the Ivory Spire girls…We have been eating junk food and reading about 'Lunar Rotations' for four hours. My brain is turning into actual mush." "What are you thinking, Sof?" Freya asked her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"We had to knock him out just to assess the damage. He wouldn't sit still long enough for anyone to even work out what we were dealing with." Lucas twisted in his seat, eyebrows raised. "Sounds like a typical Friday night for you, eh?" Freya snorted, running a hand through her hair. "More like Tuesday. Fridays are when things get really weird." As the others laughed, Freya caught Dan's gaze again. There was something in his eyes – respect, maybe? Or was it something more? She felt a flutter in her stomach, quickly squashing it down. Tonight was about fun with friends, nothing more. Still, as Dan launched into a story about his own medical misadventures, Freya couldn't help but lean in a litt

He got on his feet and sat on the couch. I stood up and shrugged out of my jacket. I picked up my phone and went to Spotify and picked the song that I wanted to play: Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton, Migos and OG Parker. When the song began to play, I moved my waist to the rhythm. I looked at Adrian and saw realization dawn on his face. He knew what I was about to do.

Holding my temple I feel the greatest headache ever today, I walk through the corridor bumping into someone or something every now and then I woke up feeling dizzy, exhausted and weak I try to recall the events of the previous night but I come up with nothing , I could've sworn I was brought home but being a stripper for few years I can guarantee to find my way home even during a total blackout at night, Walking into the class I see the two new students I almost forgot we had exchange freaks in class, I feel a sudden reckognition at the word freak, brushit it aside I walk over to my desk still holding my temple,I see a drink on my desk with a note, double F "I'm screwed"!!!

~Jessica's POV~ The bass thumped through the walls of the off-campus house, vibrating up my legs as Anna and I pushed through the crowded front door. It was one of those typical Friday nights in the city...neon lights flickering from the street outside, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and weed.

That song, that was on the radio I have heard it somewhere before and I keep trying to wrack my brain to figure out exactly where from. Feeling suddenly like this is all something from a bad movie, I look closer at the date and time on my phone and then I know what has happened. I had forgot that the night before I had a couple friends over and we watched a zombie movie. Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie.

he mumbled. “What's freaky Friday?” Alessa asked and he looked around a little before answering. “There is a popular club nearby and every Friday, we do sneak out to go have fun for a few minutes to midnight then sneak back in before dawn,” he replied and Alessa’s eyes widened in shock. “You can sneak out of the building?” Alessa raised her voice a little and Jaxon glared hard at her. “Keep your fucking voice down, bitch.” he snapped as he placed his hand over her mouth. Alessa rolled her eyes and pulled his hand away from her mouth.

I stepped right up to him, pressing my body against his and grinding my hips slowly so my dress rode up. “Evening, Felicia,” he said with a grin. “Busy night already?” “Always is on Fridays, baby,” I replied, sinking down to my knees right in front of him like the eager little whore I loved being. Before I even touched his cock, I looked up at him with big, slutty eyes. “You ready for me to suck this dick until it is rock hard for the crowd?” He chuckled softly. “You know I am. The crowd out there is loud tonight. I need to look my best… and feel my best.”

Harper’s POV Friday night finally arrives after what has felt like the longest, most suffocating week of my life. Between the haunting image of Dante at my family’s table and the echoes of Bella’s laughter in Cade’s office, I feel like a ball of pure anxiety. I need an escape. Even if that escape is a party hosted by a billionaire playboy with a penchant for the dramatic.

But instead of feeling relief, Elva shot her a suspicious look. "Doing what?" Nicky grinned mischievously. "Do you really wanna know?" And Elva's scowl almost burnt her! "Okay." She cooed, not doing much to hide her wicked smirk. "He's doing what regular horny teenagers do on a Friday night.''