Glamorous Freddy Novels & Stories

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

I simply raised my hand to flag down our server. "Check, please." The server hesitated. "For the whole table, ma'am?" I shook my head, picked up my fork, and pointed at the small plate of greens sitting in front of me, which I'd barely touched. "Just what I had." The server looked a little lost, his eyes instinctively darting to Presley. Presley's expression darkened. "What exactly are you doing, Natalie?" I didn't even look at him. I pulled my phone out of my bag, scanned the payment code, and paid exactly nine dollars.

But more people simply said he was stupid. Zach came over and took my phone away. “Stop looking. What do you want for dinner tonight?” “What does Lyla want to eat?” “Egg custard is fine for her. You matter more.” “What about lemon shrimp?” “Sure. Whatever you want.” The balcony was covered in green vines under the evening sun. They climbed upward, full of life and quiet strength. My story was still going on.

Axel was just too protective. He would get nervous when I was bitten by mosquitoes, got marks from sleeping on my hands or even when I was eating less. However, that was what I loved about him — the way he cared about me. The lights in the banquet hall were dim, but the gems on the ground sparkled in the dim light. Reagan felt something sharp under his feet, so he bent down to pick up a gem on the ground. It was the largest sapphire on the Eternal Sincerity bracelet.

The gown, that symbol of restraint, finally gave way and ripped into pieces. The night breeze brushed against my fur, and for the first time, I felt alive again. I had snow-white fur, strong limbs, and fangs and claws that could tear flesh apart. These were the things I should have been proud of all along. Even if I wanted to dye my fur red tomorrow, no one had the right to stop me. Because this was my body. It was mine alone. No one would ever force it into a cage of gold thread and rules again. I sprinted out of Graham Pack and headed straight for the busiest bar in the neutral zone.

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.

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.

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.

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.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ The darkness of the circus tent hung like a shroud over my head, an oppressive presence threatening to smother us like a deep-rooted fear. Shivers of dread ran down my spine as I nervously surveyed the scene for a damn second, my eyes slowly adjusting to the horror that was to come later on.