Glamorous Freddy Novels & Stories

Freddie barely looked up from the pages of the magazine in his hold, his legs crossed casually, for he didn't even notice or flinch when a pair of women giggled from a different angle, whispering in hushed tones while stealing glances at him. When the stylist was finally done with my hair, she spun me around in the chair. “Here you go. You look absolutely stunning, ma'am!” She admired my new looks, sending an invisible kiss my way. “Thank you!” I smiled broadly, trying to admire my beauty, when Freddie suddenly stood up and strolled over, slipping some money which he had pulled out of his wallet, into the stylist's hand, before turning to say to me, in a voice loud enough for everyone in the

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

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

Another claw ripped off its head from the body and threw them both into the hot coals. It snarled and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty. After staring at her for long minutes, it turned and walked back into the darkness on all fours. *** Freddie threw the blunt of his cigarette into the ash tray beside him. He had already smoked three sticks and was on to the fourth one. He was beyond frustrated. The past three days felt like hell for him on his own ship. He had lost five million dollars because of a stupid fight. A very stupid fight. That anger almost made him throw those two men overboard too. But he needed them. He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more.

"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.

However, Freya still ate happily out of the bins and tried to stay as invisible as possible until the Golden Rule of the Blood Moon pack which held her freedom once she turned eighteen happened. Every day, she counted the date, minutes, and seconds in her head, removing it from how many more days she had left to earn her freedom. Freya held her cheeks where Ariel had smacked and suppressed the tears threatening to escape her eyes. Most times, she desperately wanted to beat the crap out of the rude, spoiled, little girl in the person of Ariel, but couldn't. If the thought was even somehow discovered to be existing in her mind, that would be an excellent excuse to have her head chopped off. Al

I broke out, my folded hands collapsing to cling to the wedding gown. "Ah! Wifey! Didn't you understand what I am trying to say?" Frederick said, tilting his head to the left and feigning vexation. In the next moment, he had a big, creepy smile marking his lips. "Anyone who comes on my and my love's way will have to die." His face darkened with an eerie dangerous feeling that shook me to my core. My face shrunk with disgust when he ran his filthy fingers over my facial skin starting from my forehead to all the way down to my lips.

In an instant, the woman screamed and was pulled back, away from Summer. "Hey? What's this? Akh! It hurts! Let me go!" Summer and Omega were stunned to see Freddy bending Grace's arm back. He was like a police officer arresting a criminal. "How dare you threaten a child? Drop your weapon!" Freddy snapped. Hearing that, Grace winced. "What weapon? I wanted to give her candy. If you don't believe me, just look for yourself!" Freddy checked what was lying near Grace's feet. A cute bear-shaped candy was lying there.

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.

Freddy shrugged it off with a goofy smile and walked ahead of them into the building. His arms felt warm against hers. It was obvious he worked out. “I had a special request for…” He started but Penny cut him off. “An escort. It is not an abomination to say the word out loud.” She supplied the word for him since he sounded stuck. She could feel his laser glare directed at her temple but pretended not to notice and kept her gaze ahead as they walked into the building. Freddy was nowhere to be found. “… you are anything but the meek I requested for.” Killian continued as if she hadn’t said anything.