Glam Freddy Novels & Stories

"And what kind of festivities are you interested in?" Lacey knew it wouldn't be long before Frieda had the guy under her skin. With her ginger hair, matching freckles, and makeup making her bedroom green eyes more pronounced, Frieda was like a walking sex doll. That didn't seem to bother her at all. "I think I'm better at showing than telling."

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

Her skin glittered under the chandelier light, every inch of her screaming confidence. For a moment, I couldn’t help but admire her. She was bold in a way I could never be. I’d never dare wear something like that. "Hi," she said, flashing me a sugary smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Queen Eve, right? Such a pleasure to meet you." I swallowed my groan. Damn it. My food was going to get cold. Putting on a polite smile, I shook her outstretched hand. "Same here." “I’m Freya,” she continued, her voice syrupy sweet but with an edge sharp enough to cut glass.

Freddie stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.

They immediately started taunting him. "Frederick! You loser, you’re always relying on women!" "You think that just because you hooked up with some rich girl, you can relax?" "Let me tell you one thing! Mr. Glen has already taken Jasmine away! What awaits her is nothing but endless humiliation!" "Haha! You should feel honored. After all, the one who took your woman is Mr. Glen from the Great Four Warrior Clans! Hearing this, the veins on Frederick's forehead popped. His expression darkened.

she explains with a shrug and slightly bored look on her face. “Go watch after Raven and her sister, do your best to keep them safe, she’s our only chance at overthrowing his Highness. I already plan to cover it with glamour so Orin won’t see, he’ll just think it’s a fling,” I instruct Freya, knowing she is the best person for the job as she is extraordinarily skilled with glamour and compulsion. “If I do this for you, I’m done, I want a new life away from our King… my fucking father,” Freya firmly speaks, as her eyes go to the stairs making me focus noticing footsteps in the distance.

I was wearing a crimson, strapless cocktail dress for my first outfit, with matching thigh-high platform boots—the concept for this look, according to Mister Zagreb, was a ‘living ruby’. Though it was almost unheard of for me to throw a fit or have a shouting match with anybody, celebrity drama was nothing new for the staff since they have seen and heard much worse in all their years working in this line of business. I personally knew for a fact that the guy applying body glitter on my arms was the same guy who neatly dodged a jar of hair gel that had been thrown about by a certain actress when her husband sent her divorce papers during a shooting (yeah, I was there and I saw the whole thing

Bruce took out his phone and said with a smirk, "Just wait and see." ...... Freddy ran after Freya and hurriedly grabbed her hand. As soon as he touched her, his hand was shaken off. "Don't touch me! You're disgusting!" "Freya, listen to me. It's not what you think it is." Freddy hugged Freya anxiously. "Freya, can you please give me a few minutes to clear things up?"

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.