Shazam Freddy Novels & Stories

However, today is her birthday. "What happened, sir?" Said Sarah, from beside me in the car. Sarah was my personal assistant, she is like a little sister to me. We prepared a whole surprise party for my mother. Now we will postpone it. I have other more important matters. "We need to fly to France, Tonight," "Wow, that's a good thing, don't tell me they accepted your offer." She shouted, making me smile at her loudness. "But, how about-" I gave her a bored look. " Finally, everything we planned will go wasted," she frowned, sinking back in the back seat of my car.

Michelle smirked. ••• <3PM,FREDDIE'S PLACE> Freddie got back an hour ago,after washing up,first thing he did was take a nap. Maybe that might help in forgetting all his worries for a while. His phone rang from the table he had dropped it and that woke him up. The caller ID show "Sunshine",It's Leah. "What's up babe..." He said sitting back on the bed. "I miss you" He could feel her pouting from the phone. He chuckled lightly.

Zayn was quite skeptical of Freddie's confidence. "Zayn—" "Uncle, I promise to bring Miss Amanda back to the mansion. I'll tell Mr. Oriaga when he returns from Russia. If you tell him now, it's bound to cause more trouble, he'll be very angry, he's not going on a vacation, Uncle. But, to solve his problems." Zayn tried to convince Freddie to go along with his wishes, he knew the risks of telling him now or when Oriaga returned, and for now, Zayn wasn't so sure, although Oriaga's anger could rage against him, maybe Zayn felt ready.

I instantly noticed the tattoo on Freddie's collarbone, which was a design of a maple leaf. I had seen an identical one on Zara's lower abdomen. She had explained that she got it to mark the day we first met, when the maple leaves had turned red. I found it ironic that I was so affected by her gesture back then, when in reality, it was actually a matching tattoo for her and Freddie. If I hadn't bumped into him that day, I would have remained unaware of her long-standing extramarital affair.

If another opportunity comes up in the future, I'll definitely take you there. Jordan located the opportunity to cut into the conversation daintily, "Freddie, I'd like to go to that clubhouse too. Can you take me there too?" "Fuck off, you fucking sissy!" Frederick glared at Jordan instantly. "You're so mean to me, Freddie! How could you say that to me? In that case, I'll… I'll just fuck far far away from you!" As soon as Jordan finished speaking, he belted out a silly song that he made on the spot, causing Frederick and Michael to burst into laughter.

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to recognize me anymore.” “Of course I do. How could I not?!” Fatty Fred checked Faye out, his eyes practically glued to her as he gulped discreetly. Long gone was his earlier belligerence and haughtiness. He patted himself down to look presentable and went to shake her hand. “You’ve changed so much. It’s been years and you’ve come back looking gorgeous. I thought I would be bumping into a celebrity tonight.” Faye’s smile grew wider at Fred’s compliment, but she hesitated when he extended his hand. She disliked the perverted way he leered at her. Just as she was caught in that dilemma, Zayn stepped up and shook Fred’s hand on her behalf.

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Freddie’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Freddie giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Freddie, I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck.

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

"Have a drink with me. What’s your name?” “It’s Shawty.” “No last name?” She shook her head. Frederick chuckled and tried to suppress the large laugher that was coming out of his mouth. She looked at him with disgust. “I’m sorry but where I’m from, the United States, Shawty is kind of like slang and you don’t fit the definition.” “What do you mean?” she asked. She never really liked Americans, she always found them rude and abrasive but this one seemed very mellow. “For one, you aren’t that short.” He laughed. He stood up and began circling her slowly then he stayed behind her and placed his chin on her head while wrapping his hands around her, his inhibitions were weakened by aphrodisiac.

"Is she a serious one? Why hide?" "Oh shit! Alexander, is she the one?" "Give us something here come on." The paparazzi were shouting and clicking at the same time, he didn't say anything. He just guides me and walked quickly to his car. "Keep the jacket on your head, Addie. I'll get us out of here." Then he drove off the parking lot and headed for the freeway.