Glam Freddy Novels & Stories

My mouth watered at the sight, rushing over like a child I beamed in excitement. “That’s the eyes of someone who loves good pastries,” the blonde haired woman behind the counter stated, in her purple pinafore she placed another set of doughnuts under the casing. “Welcome to Freddies, which cravings do you want satisfied today?” my eyes found the name tag, Freddie. “Freddie? You’re Freddie?” I ask not expecting her to be a woman. “The one and only,” she smiled widely, it was warmly to see her so excited while serving pastries. I would come here everyday to brighten my mood.

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

Freddie could see the glazed look in her eyes as she pushed her breasts together and grasped the tips between her fingers. She shuddered when he arched his back and drove his swollen member deeper inside, making her legs spread wider. He wanted to grope her body with his hands, but she was doing everything herself, spoiling him with passion and undying pleasure.

Gatsby half yelled. "Stop overacting Gatsby. You talk as if the molls you always have sex with, are not someone's sisters" Freya said with a hiss, frowning her face. "Don't tell me he...." "Stop going overboard Gatsby and don't worry, your sister is still a virgin, I'm might be annoying but that doesn't mean, I'm like other molls like Braxton or Spooky. I am not a loose woman Gatsby" Freya said and Gatsby smiles, hearing that from her.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

"I can drink something cold today, Freddie." The bartender immediately felt annoyed when he saw Scarlett flirting with Frederick. Frederick just said impassively to him, "Get me a Flaming Sex!" The bartender was startled. The Flaming Sex was a strong cocktail, and he wasn't sure if this soft-looking boy toy could bear it. He must be trying to look good in front of the gorgeous woman next to him! Scarlett smiled teasingly. "Freddie, I guess you're captivated by my red lips." The bartender narrowed his eyes and looked at Frederick in jealousy.

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

"For real? The competition's just days away. How's she supposed to redo everything now?" "Whoever did that is trash. The audacity!" The words hit me like lightning. My stomach dropped. I yanked out my phone, my hands shaking, and opened Nicole's Instagram.

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

“Was she looking for a sugar daddy?” “No,” I said. Rainey wasn’t the type. I knew that now, but only after accusing her of just that. Talking with Frederick wasn’t making me feel any better. “But if she hid something then I don’t know what else she lied about.” “Well, you don’t have time for that bullshit,” Frederick said. “I’m sure you can find another hot piece of ass at the club tonight to satisfy your needs.” “Alright, I have to go,” I said. I liked to have fun, but I wasn’t as callous about talking about it as Frederick was.