Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

I mentally groaned. "Scholar, are you sleeping?" He asked and I rubbed my eyes wearily. "I was." "On a Friday night?" "And why shouldn't I?" I was puzzled. "Friday night is for flexing na. Don't you get?" "I do understand. Friday night is for enjoyment and that is what I'm doing now. I'm sleeping earlier than I do on a normal day." I replied to him. "That one is not enjoyment. That one is a normal daily experience. See, there's this party going on in a frat house. You should come."

I pondered what could be the significance of my own name, and of the cursed digit attached to it. Ruby Fridays... Fridays... Cursed Fridays... Friday... the 13th... 13th... 13! My eyes snapped open, as I felt a triumphant smile gracing my face. Fuck, that's it! I finally cracked the code. An ethereal chill runs through my body and my heart beats faster. I can feel the force of the knowledge sequestered behind its threshold, as if it were alive.

I sat there for a moment with my hands still on the wheel. I had never been to a place like this alone. I had barely been to places like this at all. Loud rooms and strangers and bass you could feel in your back teeth — that was never really my idea of a good night. But tonight I didn't want a good night. I just wanted to stop thinking. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. The music hit me the second the door opened. Heavy bass. The kind that gets into your ribs. I paused just inside the entrance and let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, the shifting colors from whatever lights were rigged above the dance floor.

A tear fell from her eye. Come on, come on, turn the radio on It’s Friday night, and it won’t be long Gotta do my hair, put my make-up on It’s Friday night, and it won’t be long ’Til I hit the dance floor, hit the dance floor I got all I need No, I ain’t got cash, I ain’t got cash But I got you, baby Baby, I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight (I love cheap thrills) Baby, I don’t need dollar bills to have fun tonight

Crazy fuck. As usual by the time the twins came through the door with Junior I had a full house. It was a typical Friday, which meant party night in this family. We never discussed it, but I'm pretty sure she knew I was trying to give her back that special something from her childhood. So every Friday night my kids are surrounded my family, Mouth gets her special flowers delivered, and the tradition continues.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

I guess I’m kicked to the back. We listen to some music on the way there. All different genres. Red cups scatter across the lawn. People practically fucking right out in the open. As soon as my feet touch the ground I can feel the vibrations of the music. Alcohol reeks and I’m not even inside the house yet. Lights fill the inside of the house, spilling out. Girls vomiting into plants and random shoes scattered everywhere. This is not my type of Friday night.

I looked out the window to see Vlad take off. I walked to the elevator and waited for the door to open when my phone pinged. I looked at my phone to see who had texted me. The text came in from a group chat. Tate and Skye sent me a text letting me know that they were going to be staying home for another day. I got really sad after seeing this text, see on Fridays we go out dancing at random clubs. This Friday was going to be a great night because we were going to the same club we went to last Friday, which meant that I would get to see Mr.Sexy again.

After this, I need a fucking drink. **** I change into my black leather pants and tight black crop top. I fix my hair into a high ponytail. I'm not one for dresses or anything. But, I can clean up nice when I want. This whole thing with River and Michael has me wound tight. I need to relax. Distract myself for at least one night. I pull into the Falcon and walk through the doors. Fridays are slammed with people. The air is filled with booze, bad cologne and a hint of arousal.