Think Like A Freak Novels & Stories

The way he easily sent that man to his death gave me the chills. My father is a cruel man, he had sent many men to their demise but I have never seen a sight that disturbing. It almost looked like he was enjoying ripping someone else's body apart. The way he tasted that man's blood, the way he relished the taste, and the way he breathed in the scent of blood made me want to throw up. I was up against a monster. The only way you can outsmart a monster is to think like a monster. I need to get into his mind, I need to be smart and not make any irrational decisions.

"You are a person, just like us." Guilt shoots through me as I realize I'm not really a person. Not any more. "But please tell me," he says, "why did your cut heal so quickly?" He seems more than concerned, actually interested. My heart rate quickens as I realize that maybe he thinks I'm different. Maybe one person, but still different. I am different. Why am I so ashamed of that? "I'm not normal," I say softly, "I'm a freak." The tears start again, never stop. Ian shakes his head.

It was like anytime soon a heavy rain will occur. ""Sure,"" ""Thanks, Coleen."" ""Are not you gonna get out?"" ""Why would I?"" ""Because, procurement the rain will got us."" ""I don't care, I want to be a sick forever."" ""You're naturally freak sick."" ""Thank you."" What the hell? Did he thinks that I'm giving him a complementary thing? Didn't he know that "freak sick" is a kind of an insult. ""Okay, I won't leave as you.""

“Oh yeah, I guess I have..” “Huh?! What? But you’re…a freak! Even I…even though…” What was that supposed to mean, 'You’re a freak'? Was she trying to say that because I failed so hard at life, I couldn't possibly have been to a girl’s house, and if I had, it was gross? Okay, so I wasn't a normie, but that doesn't give her the right to say something like that. And that’s exactly what I told her.

Fuck me. *****************************************

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

The man I moan his name when I had my dildo buried deep into my pussy and increased the pace, imagining her father was thrusting deeper and harder in my wet, dripping pussy. “Nicole?” The mention of my name snapped me out of my thoughts, and I shook my head. How could I tell my friend I am having a crush on his dad? That would ruin everything. Without a second thought, I took the red plastic cup filled with drink and downed all the contents, ignoring the booing from the crowd.

“Of course I am. Lollipops and mood lifters. The back and forth motion of it in the mouth keeps one's thoughts sharp.” He chuckled, shaking his head in the process. “Are you even a real person?” “Why? You think I'm weird? Is being weird a bad thing? Why's everything so scrutinized in this world? One can't be different? One can't be an independent thinker? We all have to think alike, yeah? You see, that's the problem of this world!” Mr peacock stared at me with horror in his eyes. I held his gaze for a couple more seconds, before I burst into laughter. “Gotcha!”