Glam Freddy Novels & Stories

Minnie remarked with a smile. "Our Freddy," Orlander chuckled, clapping a hand on Freddy's shoulder, "never had a girlfriend! He gets flustered around women. But for Lauren, he's going all out!" To everyone's surprise, Betty burst out laughing, shattering the pleasant atmosphere. Smiles froze on Orlander's and Minnie's faces. Freddy, fearing exposure, broke into a cold sweat.

Or lab for me. "Day three," Kimmie answers for me, "Day three of our dear bombshell being ghosted by my washing board." Cleo laughs eventhough we've been calling him Kimmie's Washing Board countless times now. The nickname will never die I guess, just like what we call Mr Montgomery; Har-old. "Where are you going after this?" "Pick up Lily," Lily is her six year old soon-to-be stepdaughter, "Then home. What about you?"

he shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Freddie, I always shower.” “Well, as I said, I don’t know. But I don’t like it. It creeps me out when you smile.” “Well, get used to it. I have a feeling I will be doing a lot more of it.” “Oh great. That’s all we need, Alpha sunshine and joy. I hate fucking love. It’s so annoying. And you’re annoying too,” Freddie says as he stalks away from me, muttering expletives on his way out.

Fuck, was she glad she’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d been hiding in those pants. She examined the reddened prints on her butt, and it felt like a badge of honor. She wished, absurdly, she had a video just for her. To remember the exact moment her defiance cracked and she became pure, begging need. Eventually, she slipped on a gray dress hanging on a chair and stepped out. The club was quiet. She’d taken only two steps when a figure emerged from a service door. “Lena. A word.” Glinda's expression was far from her usual cool professionalism. Someone must have pissed her off.

"Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who you belong to." "You! Only you, Callum! Fuck... oh god, you're so big... you're stretching me so wide!" Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!"

He mutters against my hair as he hugs me. I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso. I bury my face against his chest and breathe in his cologne. How can someone smell this good. " Thanks Gray. Freddie is an ass , yes. But sometimes I can't watch him get hurt. Despite everything that happened , I still can't forget the other Freddie. The one who looked out for me. Please don't hurt him. Even if he tries to talk to me again , please don't ever hurt him , I'm begging you Gray."

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the chaos.” Freddy grinned. “We’re not chaos. We’re fun.” “You’re dangerous,” I teased, ruffling his hair. “You will do big things one day.” He puffed out his chest like a mini alpha. “One day.” Ayla did tell me about Freddy wanted to practice his magic, and I was on her side, anything that would make him happy was alright. He was born with an angelic heart and that was all that mattered. Ayla just shook her head, amused. “You created this monster.”

As if answering her question, Gloria passed by and whispered, "That's his fiancée. You should show her some respect." Freya blinked. The word sounded foreign to her. "Is she a breeder?" Gloria froze. Her face contorted. "Excuse me?" Freya's heart dropped. She realized instantly she had slipped. "I meant… I didn’t mean… never mind. I’m sorry." Gloria walked away, clearly disturbed. Freya leaned back in her chair, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had forgotten, even just for a second, that this wasn’t the werewolf world. That there were no breeders here. No forced roles. No packs.

his compulsion rings in my ears, and my breathing slows until I’m no longer sobbing as loudly. This time, I manage a real glare. “Do you always force people to do what you want?” Freddy freezes as if shocked by my words. Honestly, I’m shocked too. Men usually frighten me to the point I can’t talk, but I’m too hurt and angry to be stammering. I don’t care what happens to me and wait as Freddy steps out from the shadows with a smirk on his lips.

I change into my slippers, walk up to him, and turn around in front of him to show how beautiful I am in this dress. I hope he can feel better with me acting so flatteringly. “I’ve never worn such an expensive dress and high heels. I didn't even see ruby with my own eyes before. " Freddy sneers. " Pathetic woman." After uttering these words with his thin lips, he enters the elevator before I say anything to reply. I stare at the elevator doors closing. I am stunned. "Freddy is a total bastard. I worked hard to make him less unhappy and tried to be friends with him initially, but he is such a bitch."