Glamrock Freddy X Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it.

How can someone expect a woman to keep her hands to herself in a situation like this? It wasn't in my plan to feel horny and let Spencer's touch burn me for the evening. However, Freddie, Grammy's best friend had other ideas. According to him, we are young so we should spend our “Honeymoon” by enjoying every second of it. No matter how many times we tried to refuse his exotic offer, the more he pushed until we gave in and now we are here. I feel like he possesses the eyes of a hawk. If he weren't Grammy's friend who is extremely happy that Spencer finally has a girlfriend, I would find him extremely creepy.

she said, licking her bottom lip seductively. "Shit, anytime," he said, reaching up to tweak her nipple one last time. She turned then and saw Freddie's wide smile and jovial face. "Come on gorgeous, I've got a thing for redheads!" He slapped his leg once for effect, drawing a laugh. Kelly moved over and stood in front of him. Bending forwards slightly, she ran her buttocks backwards and down his torso. She felt her pussy lips against the fabric of his shirt for a moment, the sensation startling and exciting her at the same time.

Frey says in disgust tone. "Really?" My forehead wrinkled. "Really. So, the other girl on the left without a uniform coat is Mekeni. Not obsessed with makeups like Keil, but she is known as suck three dicks girl. STDG!" "What? Eww! Are you serious?" I ask Frey with a bewildered grew on my face. "Yup. She's not obvious right? But believe it or not. It's true. She flirted all the seniors on the other building." She added, flipping her hair.

I’ll never get used to this kind of life. “Whoa, girl, you’re killing it!” Hazel exclaimed with a grin, clapping her hands as Freya jumped to her feet, already moving her hips in time with the beat. Freya, dressed in the short blue dress Hazel had bought for both of them during their earlier shopping, didn’t seem to care that eyes were following her, especially the hungry ones. She hiked her dress just a little higher and rolled her waist with confidence, tossing her hair back with a carefree laugh.

Frankie POV I love getting out on the stretch of road between Cold Moon Territory and the city. It is my moment to be a little rebellious, and put the gas pedal to the floor in my Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat Widebody. She’s pure sleek muscle, fast as hell, and purple. And when I am driving her, I am just Frankie not the Alpha Heir. Between the rogue attacks and Nikki, I haven’t been to the city in a bit. I am not complaining, I rarely actually go to the city, but I am meeting someone who supposedly has some intel on the rogue attacks.

Cherry’s POV Okay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.

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.

Jasmine, Sherlie, Nina, Marcella and Stella approached the group. "Yeah, guys, what's going on?" Beth parroted, pinning Frederico with a look. "I have never seen someone more excited to annoy me," he mumbled, looking upwards as if begging for mercy. Rosco turned and sent her a smile. "Aww, I love you, Freddie," she fawned, dragging out the 'o' in love. Rounding them, she obnoxiously wrapped her arms around him and snuggled in. Frederico's scowl was instant.

Because she let other people convince her that big and black was ugly. She went back to school dressed in her most fly suede mini skirt and matching boots with her short hair styled like Anita Baker's. She grabbed the thug-boy between classes, pulling him behind a set of lockers and gave him a kiss; her very first. Afterwards, when she walked down the halls in her tight jeans and baby doll tops, rocking her UGZ and she got stares, Juicy no longer cared. Some maybe thought that she was too fat, some thought that she looked good, but it didn't matter. Juicy already understood everything at the age of sixteen; people will make you want to die. People will make you hate yourself; and you ca