Glamrock Freddy And Gregory Novels & Stories

“I don’t need to hear about your bondage plans.” Freddy’s grin widened into a genuine smile. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t pry,” he said at last. “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Kim replied saucily. Freddy shrugged and went back to where he’d left the rag wadded up on the counter. For a moment, he worked in silence while Kim finished her cookie. “You know—” “Hey,” he began, just as she’d started speaking. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

Once Greggory turned 16, he was even more powerful and even more respected amongst the pack. But his personality never really changed; he was still a kid and still just wanted to have fun on the side when he wasn’t working to lead and protect his pack. I think that’s why he liked Jonathan so much. Because Jonathan has always been a free spirit and loved to party, whenever they hung out it allowed Greggory to let loose a little bit and enjoy life for a change.

Amber said her eyes were getting wet with tears. "I was fucking your best friend it wasn't like you weren't doing the same thing, besides it was the first time I fucked that cunt, you know she didn't want to do it but I forced her,she was scared about me breaking off my engagement with you so I used it against her" Gregory said chuckling as amber's mouth opened wide and her tears fell. "You fucking bastard" Amber said as she rushed to hit him on the chest but he stopped her,he held her hand high it was then his gaze focused on her pregnant stomach,his red eye glistened with mischief.

I don’t deserve his friendship. Greg shakes my shoulder. “Hmm?” I respond. “Wow, you really are lost in your thoughts. Want to talk about it?” he asks. I sigh and allow myself to settle back against him. “No. I really don’t,” I say. We sit quietly for an immeasurable amount of time before Greg scoops me up and is running toward the waterfall that feeds the lake and leaps off the side of the cliff. I shriek as we fall and end up with water in my mouth and nose when we hit the surface of the lake. I come up sputtering and choking and Greg comes up laughing. I pretend to be angry at him and give him my best glare. It must be working because his laughter dies down and concern mars his beautiful

"Alright." … Inside the room, Gregory was focused on reading a book, flipping through the pages with full concentration. "Tsk, things are practically on fire over at Anathea's side, and you still have the leisure to sit here reading?" Louie walked over and handed Gregory his medication for the day. "That Frederick guy looks like someone who plays dirty. Are you really going to just let him bully Anathea?" Gregory took the pills and swallowed them with some water. "If she can't even handle this, what's the point of insisting on running a floral studio?"

Not only did it please him, but it pleased me as well. He pushed me off of him gently and told us both to lie down with our head together. Greg said, "Now fondle and rub each others body while I jack off on your faces." We were still hot and we did, as he wanted. We were kissing and rubbing each other soaking wet twat, which was erotic to say the least. Greg was kneeling above us jacking off his massive meat. Francie and I had the same thought as we both reached up massaging his huge tight balls until he started grunting and squirting his hot jism all over our faces.

He stared at me. "No, it was another woman and a bratty girl who grabbed my wrist forcefully, look." I showed him my wrist; there was a slight pink mark on the skin. "And two weird men, one of them threw me out of the store and nobody did anything. Oh, Greg, Hannah is involved with some kind of gang, I'm sure of it, they're dangerous people!" "How can this girl be so trashy?!" Gregory lamented as much as I did. "She ruined Frederick's life, such a good young man! Poor thing, he tried everything to put Hannah on the right path and look what she did to him."

He presses his chest against my back, his breath ragged in my ear, one hand slipping around my throat—not squeezing, just holding. “You like causing trouble, don’t you, Legs?” Gregory’s voice is rough, his fangs grazing over my shoulder. I smirk around Jamal’s cock. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Gregory growls. “Bullshit.” Jamal moans, his hips jerking as he fucks my mouth in time with Gregory’s thrusts. My entire body is a live wire, every nerve ignited. My orgasm is building again, coiling low and tight. Gregory’s mouth moves to my ear. “Can I mark you?”

“I think these folks here have a bone to pick with you.” Gregory’s face twisted. “Wait. Wait, I—I can make this right. Whatever you want. Money? A title? I’ll step aside—” “No,” Frederick said. “You’ll kneel. Before the ones you destroyed.” The rogues didn’t wait for a command. They moved as Gregory shifted into his wolf, attempting to make a run for it. The rogues followed suit and he barely made it outside before they charged him. One by one he was able to keep them off, but eventually they overran him. The growls echoed through the hangar. And I stood there, silent, watching it happen. Not with mercy. But with understanding. Some monsters don’t deserve cages. They deserved to be hunted.

“Frederick, come on.” “And one condition?” “Freddie…” “Forget it then.” “What do you want?” “An answer.” “To what?” “If I should buy Wendy a ring or hold onto the culture and wait for him.” Oh, my poor friend! “Do you want to buy him one?” “Since the first day I met him, Greg. I have dreams of making him mine forever, but it is the culture he does it.” “Who made such an unbalanced culture? Your head or fear?”