Human Glamrock Freddy Novels & Stories

I change into my slippers, walk up to him, and turn around in front of him to show how beautiful I am in this dress. I hope he can feel better with me acting so flatteringly. “I’ve never worn such an expensive dress and high heels. I didn't even see ruby with my own eyes before. " Freddy sneers. " Pathetic woman." After uttering these words with his thin lips, he enters the elevator before I say anything to reply. I stare at the elevator doors closing. I am stunned. "Freddy is a total bastard. I worked hard to make him less unhappy and tried to be friends with him initially, but he is such a bitch."

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

He is humble enough to provide me with an answer, “Freddie is a cheeky bastard.” I no longer doubt if it's real or not because I know it is when he inserts two fingers inside me to prep me. Oh God! Am I ready for it?

"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.

CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird.

“Whatever you decide, be happy. Only your happiness.” “I don’t know…” “And I will be here,” Freddy interrupted my confusion. “I will be here to help beat his ass if you decide to break up with him.” Strangely, his words made me happy. “And if I decide to keep him?” “Well..” He lifted my face to look at me. “I will still beat his ass for daring to make you cry.” The pleasant man suddenly coughed at my Goliath friend with Samson’s strength. “Did you say something, sir?” Frederick eyed him rigorously, making me laugh amidst my tears. “Bring it on, huh?"

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.

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.

The movement sending tingles radiating through the area he was touching and the warmth of his palm made me ease into his grip. All without taking his eyes off mine. His face leaned down towards mine and swept past my cheek to my ear. The sense of nearness sent my stomach in tumbling knots as his lips grazed over my ear tenderly. “I can make anyone do whatever I choose, call it hypnotizing or entrances, or even the devil's work.” As he pulled away, I felt a wave of water splash over me and reality came hurtling down. I backed away from him immediately, his smirk never wavering. I was pissed that my body even allowed such a repulsive thing to affect me.