Glamrock Rockstar Freddy Novels & Stories

His concern for her set off a fresh batch of tears that was even more of a deluge than before, when he was pissing her off. “Ah, Lilith,” he murmured, rocking her in his arms. Apparently giving up on trying to talk me out of her crying, he hummed a tune softly, almost under his breath, dabbing her cheeks and nose with the handkerchief he’d given her. Lilith didn’t even want to think about the mess she had made of her makeup, but it didn’t seem to faze enzo.

The purple-green-eyed man moved with inhuman speed, crossing the space in a blur. His head tilted, mocking Frederick’s stammer as he sang, “I-I-I d-d-don’t care.” Then, with a laugh sharp enough to cut, he snapped Frederick’s neck in a single motion. The sound was obscene, and his smile only widened as the body hit the floor. My voice only returned when he lifted his boot and slammed it into Eryndor’s head—once, twice, again and again—until the crunching made bile climb my throat. The crunch turned wet, and I screamed until my throat tore. I couldn’t look at what he’d made of Eryndor’s face.

Waiting. And lately, Freddie had started thinking… Why not him? Why did Ledger get everything? The glory. The spotlight. The girl. It wasn’t just about Cassie anymore. It was about everything. Ledger got to be the star. He had the perfect family. The name. The charm. The backup. And Freddie? He just played his part. Always two steps behind. Not today. Freddie shot Ledger a text that morning. “Meet me on the ice. One-on-one. First to three.”

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.

Freddy, the chief editor of the magzine says to her thus putting a break on our eye lock. I look away and she resumes walking towards me. Her scent is getting stronger. She stops right beside me and I automatically snake my hand around her waist and pull her closer. She stiffens under my touch but doesn't show it on her face. "Freddy and the team, meet my beautiful wife, Rain Blackwood." I proudly introduce her to them. Freddy grins ear to ear as he stretches his hand out for her,"It's our pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Blackwood. You look more beautiful and sexy from close up look." He says and kisses her knuckle.

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

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.

The girls next to him are no different, short dresses. Dresses short enough for me to know they both agent wearing underwear, unfortunately. Their hair is all over the show sticking at odd ends and laying flat against their faces. But they're aware, not drunk to the point of oblivion. "Where you been?" Freddie's slur cause his saliva to land smack on my face. Rubbing at the now infected skin, I turn my head to him. "Work. Yo, where's the tattoo artists?" I have to shout in order for him to hear me because unlike him I don't shout for a living.

He mutters against my hair as he hugs me. I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso. I bury my face against his chest and breathe in his cologne. How can someone smell this good. " Thanks Gray. Freddie is an ass , yes. But sometimes I can't watch him get hurt. Despite everything that happened , I still can't forget the other Freddie. The one who looked out for me. Please don't hurt him. Even if he tries to talk to me again , please don't ever hurt him , I'm begging you Gray."

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