Glamorous Freddy Novels & Stories

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

Shana: “I’M FREE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN TAKE MY MIND OFF SAKS UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.” Me: “OH, MY LADY, I HAVE A CONCERT PLANNED.” Shana: “A CONCERT? WHAT BAND?” Me: “IT’S A PRIVATE SHOW. VERY INTIMATE.” Shana: “WHAT CLOTHES SHOULD I PACK?” Me: “NOT NECESSARY. NUDE VENUE.” (Smile emoji) Shana: “THEN I’M PACKED!” (Blushing smile emoji)

He crumpled to the Persian rug with a soft, heavy thud, the empty glass rolling from his limp fingers. My heart seized. “Wh… W… What did you do to my husband?” The question came out a breathy whisper, all my furious intent evaporating into the air thick with betrayal and expensive perfume. Freddie’s demeanor had transformed entirely. The fear was gone, replaced by a predatory calm. He looked at me, a slow, seductive smile gracing his lips. “I did nothing to him. For now.” He moved then, not like a cornered animal, but like a panther stalking its chosen mate. The plush cushion dipped beside me as he sat, his thigh brushing against mine. A jolt, hot and unexpected, shot through me.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

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.

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.

" Freddie's voice from across the line made Gladwin want to laugh. This friend of his could be considered absurd. At that time, Freddie was about to tell him about the news of his upcoming marriage. And suddenly, his friend brought up their other friends. Although Gladwin didn't ask anything. Gladwin was more interested in the news about Flavia, who suddenly disappeared from his reach. But Gladwin was used to Freddie's chatter, so he let the guy talk. "Didn't expect that the one I thought was innocent turned out not that innocent. I don't even know how many men have been her bed companions."

His hand held my small hand and interlaced his fingers with mine. “You’re happy to see me dressed in a uniform with lunatics?” Freya spat and glared at me, on the brink of losing that aura of ice coolness she always exuded. “I can see she's wearing another expensive gemstone again. A ruby necklace. Can’t you see she's only with you for what she can get from you? She. Does. Not. Love. You. I know what I am saying, son.”

Mark snatched it up before he even realized what it was and clutched it tightly. "What card is this?" Mark asked. He'd grown up in a rich family. He recognized the sleek black card with gilded lettering. Freddy kept his eyes down, silent. Mark grabbed him by the hair. "Speak! Whose card is this? What did you do?" "Get your hands off me!" Freddy struggled. "I did it for us. There's twenty million in there. Twenty million. We can buy a ten-million property and still have ten million left. If we save, we won't have to suffer anymore."

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.