Think Like A Freak Novels & Stories

“I'd rather you be a freak than the horrible woman I thought you were becoming. I'm relieved.” I look up at him, wonderment crashing into me. “Really?” He nods. “Horrible people are a dime a dozen. Shitty to deal with, living petty little lives where they'll never amount to anything. I feared that for you more than anything. I want you to be happy.” I smile at the sudden turn in dDaddy'sdemeanor a welcoming respite from the criticizing of my filthy behavior. “Besides, freaks can be trained.” I furrow my brow, instantly confused. “Trained?”

I almost feel like a granddad. Anyway, between Shrey and me, he has always been the bright one. My mother loves him and all my ex-girlfriends have always found him very attractive. Clearly, I don’t see what those girls did. Well, Shrey is tall, dark and fairly handsome. His hair is like thin noodles like those African- American disco dancers and it gives him character. The most striking thing about him is his disregard for the impossible. There is nothing in the world he thinks he cannot do. His overconfidence makes him almost cocky. In one crisp sentence—He is a freak.

“I’m a giver.” “You’re a—well, that’s one word. I guess I’m a giver, too. More like a sucker.” Laura straightened her shirt and cracked her neck. Aches began to emerge. Minor pains that reminded her of the contortions she had engaged in hours ago. Delicious twists and flexes. “And I mean it—I feel like a freak.” “No, you don’t. You just think you should feel like a freak. Deep down, Laura, you don’t—not really.” How could Josie be so sure?

59 G R I F F I N I have been through a lot of shit in life. I have been called a freak since I was young and I honestly no longer mind being called one. I left my old hometown because it was getting too chaotic in there for me. Freak. I am a freak.

She always calls me a 'freak'. But maybe it's because I'm different and she knows what's going on with me. She calls me a freak because I am one. I can see things that are not seen by normal people. Grandpa said that I am a psychic because I can see things that ordinary people can't see. Human beings are not aware that aside from us, other beings are living in this world. They are called demons—but not the demonic beings who kill and hurt humans. Grandpa said that things like that are called demons, those creatures that are not like us.

They didn't have to say more. It was divine. “Don't you know how to ride a bike, Bella?” Sarah asked. A broken laugh left my mouth as the memories played in my mind. “I do know. It's just… it's been a while since the last time. I don't know… I was probably five, six.” “Did you have a lot of friends?” “I…” My mind went dumb. Friends. Did I have friends? Five year old kids have friends… right? “I was a weird girl. A nerd. A geek…” I paused as the word I've been hearing nonstop popped in my head, “A freak.”

I said. “But we could set up a fake meeting.” said Sam. “But where will you send the message to. We don’t have the Freaks contact details.” I said. “There have been several social accounts created in support of the Freak, since they believe he deserves mercy,as he was abused. While doing my search using the tool I got from the dark web, I found the Freaks social account, the original one. He has written,a help me find my girlfriend message in his bio. Can you believe this guy. I will send the message to him. A romantic desperate message of a woman who has missed his high school sweetheart.” Sam explained.

Fun can become a disaster in seconds. You never know. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was sitting somewhere in this town, which I had called my country by the way, but the place is nowhere to be linked with me in my whole life. Still, I'm sitting here like a lost child with hairs juggled up all over up, face was red due to the sudden movements of a whole lot of running. And clothes? Well, let's not go there! Because I look like a freak! A complete freak

Freya This man is crazy. I’ve never seen a man like him before. If fate could give me the chance, I’d want to see his craziness every single day. I want him to fuck me every day without stopping. I want to see his big, thick cock and play with it every day. He'd even given me an option to be sex partner. I'd even accepted him earlier. God, what am I saying? This alcohol has started making me think the most ridiculous things. That’s a wish that could never happen.

The longer he went frozen, the more worst case scenario thoughts began to swim inside her mind, and they seem to win against her positive ones. ‘Oh my, did it overload his brain? Does he find me abnormal now? Will he leave me too? Will he distance himself from me too? I hope not, that would be too painful for me to experience. Does he find me weird now? Will he spread this to the school? Please no, that would only put everyone in danger more than it would put me to. Does he think I’m a freak now? Someone who should be treated as a parasite? As a bacteria? A germ to be avoided? I can’t read him at all. I’m panicking now. I don’t feel so good.’