Glamorous Freddy Novels & Stories

“And I'll be there to help you.” “How do I know that you will?” Freddie asked. He sipped casually on his scotch, his eyes boring into the Duke. Everyone in the security office held their breath. “Because I've already been helping you.” The Duke shrugged. He finished the glass of scotch. He stood and poured himself another. “We need more than that,” Liam said softly, his eyes glued to the monitor. “Get him to brag, Freddie. Do that thing you're so good at.” I watched Freddie settle into the couch. I watched him roll his shoulders, the muscles flexing slightly under his shirt. I noticed the way his face held no judgment. The easy smile. He looked comfortable and relaxed and like nothing in the

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

He shows no sign of disgust, instead he tops up my third glass. “And, what else? What else happened after they saw you?” I glance at the contents of the glass, the red liquid swirling in there, that day playing at the back of my head, the screams of horror, cries of disappointment. I chug the glass. “Slow down.” he chides, peeling the glass from me. “And Freddy made it his life’s mission to save the family from embarrassment. He was going to un-gay me, no matter what. That’s what he called it too.” I chuckle, but it’s bitter.

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

Before Gemma could even ask what it was, a fine, cold mist of body glitter rained down over her shoulders and hair. “Freddy!” Gemma sputtered, waving her hands through the sparkling cloud. “The belle of the ball has to sparkle, Em,” Freddy said matter-of-factly. She looked at the can, shrugged, and then aggressively sprayed herself in a thick cloud of shimmer. “Besides, a lot of glitter never hurt anybody.” Laughing, Freddy grabbed her phone, marched over to the door, and pulled it open, flashing a dangerous, glittering grin over her shoulder, come on, let’s go wreak some havoc.”

I felt myself instantly move towards her, but a hand pulled me back. My glare shot towards the owner of the grip to find Jasmine half smiling at the scene unfolding before her. She looked all too pleased with what was about to happen. The glass made it impossible for the two to hear or see us, but we could see them and hear them perfectly clear like they were on display. They were. “As you can see, these are the very first BlueBloods we’ve come across in decades.” He pointed towards Raven and looked back at the people. Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass.

Damn him for making me feel this incredible! The next second, I’m coming hard. Over and over. My pussy is clenching, and I’m pretty sure I squirted. Freddy chuckles and continues to lick me like a hungry bear, eager to get all of my juices inside his mouth. God, he is filthy, but I love it! I collapse on the blankets, smiling when I feel Freddy’s muscular arms go around me. When I open my eyes, his gentle face is right in front of mine. He looks so damn beautiful I still can’t believe he is mine.