Real Freddy Novels & Stories

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

Felix glared at Freddo “What he needs now is rest and not that alcohol in your mind!” Felix almost yelled to Freddos face “That's okay guys, we can celebrate if that's what Freddo wants” “Yess….” Freddo dance in excitement, while the others shook their heads in annoyance

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

“How could you suddenly just… die? You were perfectly fine just a moment ago! Huh? Speak to me! Open your eyes and look at me! I am your brother, Logan. Eva, please talk to me.” He shook my shoulders frantically. However, no matter how desperately he called out, the corpse lying on the floor offered no response. Only my hair swayed slightly with his movements, making my lifeless face look even more grim. He fell to his knees beside me, his shoulders shaking violently as he let out broken, sobbing whimpers.

For a second, all I could do was process the image of Lucy—five foot four, sugar-sweet Lucy—body-slamming Rachelle in the foyer. And then I laughed. Hard. “I need to get that woman a job,” I said between chuckles. “Freya, I’m serious. Personal bodyguard. Full-time. Custom uniform. Benefits.” Freya giggled, biting into a piece of pancakes I had placed in front of her just moments ago. “She might actually take you up on that.” I watched as she took another bite, closing her eyes in exaggerated pleasure. “Mmm. Okay, this is amazing.” “Yeah?”

We don’t really keep contact. Freddie’s not in the country I think. The last time I saw him was four years ago. He talked about relocating to Cuba. Cage isn’t really committed. He’s still single and he took over the italian mafia. Ace. Damn Ace, he’s still hot and obviously single. Piper and Brandon are still my closest friends till date. Brandon moved to LA to pursue his career while Piper is still in New York. She works as an accountant now.

I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. “It’s OK,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I started to cry again into his chest; thoughts of Richard being hurt earlier flooded my brain. Freddie was tall for his age; he was ten, the same as Richard. They were best friends, and had been since we moved in four years ago. He had chocolate brown hair, which he usually spiked up with too much gel, and light blue eyes that were like windows to his soul. When Richard looked at you it made you feel like you could fly.

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.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

Just like the pro in licking pussy that he is, Frederick licked my stress away, sucking and working his tongue in and out of my honeypot. “You care if Tommy gets a ride?.'’ he asked, standing up. “Tell Tommy to be fast about it.” i said breathing heavily, my eyes also turned to look at the door. Frederick opened his zipper after freeing his belt and there was Tommy. Stretched out, perfect red head with beautiful veins all over him. “Arrgh... Fuck!... Shit...” i moaned, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. I thought Tommy was doing a good job, until Frederick raised my two legs with his arm, drawing me a lit forward and then intensified his thrusts.