The Music Freaks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, Stephan had been kind enough to help him earlier, and as he glanced to the blonde he didn’t look too happy with the idea of Chris moving from his spot. “Thank you, Sandy, I think I am well here.” “Suit yourself.” Sandy shrugged and sauntered back over to the group she’d gestured at earlier. “So.” His hand was back on Chris’ leg, “What music do you like?” “Erm… this kind?” He gestured to the air, referring to the music being played. He didn’t have an ear for human music like his sister. “Ah, you came on the right night then, every Thursday is Eighties night.”

Heaven lets out a huge breath as she tries to fight back tears. Freck, noticing this, pats her back softly. “Well, I… um… I was gang raped… several times.” She pauses again. This time, Freck tightens his jaw as anger courses with full force through him. The idea of another man dominating his mate almost rips out his wolf, let alone a group of men.

His every thrust made me see new heights of the world,and he non existent groans and dirty mouth made me flow like a river. I can't believe I'm letting my best friend's brother take me in their music room.

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"

Beckam brought records and I took them out of his hands to look at them. -And that? —This is good music—he took the records from me, offended by my face, and put them in the cubicle where they went—, not like that auditory crap that teenagers listen to now. My God, how scary. "You are horrible," I replied. -Not you. "Hey, I'm sensitive!" I smacked his arm and he smirked. It took him a while to get that jalopy going, he even gave it a few side blows and shook it, until finally a band began to play. Creedence Clearwater Revival filled the room and I looked at him.

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

, I said, clarifying myself. His jaw clenched, and his hold tightened on me. Ahh ! It was hurting! " Who is Music ? Your Boyfriend ", he said with gritted teeth. Music is my boyfriend ! Seriously? Ever heard a person named as Music? " He is dumber than you, Savi ", my subconsciousness mocked at me chuckling. " Shut up ", I mentally slapped her. " Speak ", his eyes were blared in anger. Someone please smack my anytime. " Music isn't my boyfriend. Music mean singing.

"Oh what I went through because you were heartbroken." Axel chuckled. "Alright, that's enough," he said, feeling grateful for Maverick in his life. If Maverick hadn't stood by him, he would have probably gone crazy and might be in the mental asylum by now. "You were also victim. He would pay for what he made us go through." Maverick smiled and nodded. ~•~•~• NIGHT... A CLUB DOWNTOWN Music blared from the huge speakers in the club, half naked ladies and horny guys dancing sensually to the music. The place was filled with the stench of sweat, alcohol and sex.

And I was having fun with my friends as well, and I am just glad that the girls didn't bother me at all, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see them stealing glances at me. I can't deny that there is a part of me that feels so worried about what they might do to me because every time they look at me, they will whisper at each other. While the band was playing my favorite song, I couldn't stop myself from singing along with them. Only Alice, Ashton, and Oscar knew I loved music, and when I started dating Ashton, I made a composition. I just finished it recently, even if I am busy with my studies, works, and spending my time thinking about my hot boyfriend.

I look at and can’t help but think of my fate. Sammy grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s get you ready.” She pulls me into the mess of girls and they pounce to transform me for the party. **** GREY “Come on. At least try to look like you’re having a good time." Wes jabs me. “I don’t like the club scene, Wes. You know that.” I scowl. The bass thumping in my chest is grating my nerves. The Falcons music is loud, but at least it’s music I enjoy.