Glam Freddy Novels & Stories

Spring asks, tossing her jacket to the floor as she sits down on the mattress. Without warning, Freddie grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he snarls. “Why are you always nagging me about money? Once my streaming career takes off, you’ll be swimming in drugs. So quit whining!” He slaps her across the face, hard, before lighting a cigarette and shoving the white substance in his mouth from the shopping bags she brought and turning his attention to a video game.

They were willing to spend a fortune to turn me into the number one beauty influencer in their world. The NPCs were all incredibly supportive of me building my own career. "Luna, go for it!" "Show the entire underworld what beauty looks like!" With that kind of encouragement, my confidence soared. A week later, I launched my very first makeup live stream on PhantomGram. The moment I went live, the room was flooded by ghosts who had rushed in after hearing the news. "This is the makeup artist from The Devil's Bride. She's actually livestreaming. Hurry up and learn from her!"

I didn't pull away; I stayed right there, drinking her in until the last of the tremors left her legs. I finally sat up, moving to hover over her. We were both drenched in sweat, despite the AC. Freya was limp, her eyes glazed over as she tried to catch her breath. I reached down and gave her pussy a sharp, echoing slap. She let out a shaky breath, a dark, twisted smile touching her swollen lips as she looked at me. "I really wish Mark could witness this," she whispered. “Really” I said

"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.

“I don’t need to hear about your bondage plans.” Freddy’s grin widened into a genuine smile. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t pry,” he said at last. “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Kim replied saucily. Freddy shrugged and went back to where he’d left the rag wadded up on the counter. For a moment, he worked in silence while Kim finished her cookie. “You know—” “Hey,” he began, just as she’d started speaking. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

“You little-” Freya glared at him, eyes gleaming like a wolf’s in the dark. “Don't f*cking touch me!" She spat, wiping her lips roughly as if his mere touch disgusted her. His jaw clenched, but he remained stoic, glaring at her with a bleeding lip. For a moment, they stood there, breathing hard and glaring in vicious hatred. The storm between them was no longer just brewing; it was alive. And far from over.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

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.