Romans & histoires Glam Freddy

Fuck, was she glad she’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d been hiding in those pants. She examined the reddened prints on her butt, and it felt like a badge of honor. She wished, absurdly, she had a video just for her. To remember the exact moment her defiance cracked and she became pure, begging need. Eventually, she slipped on a gray dress hanging on a chair and stepped out. The club was quiet. She’d taken only two steps when a figure emerged from a service door. “Lena. A word.” Glinda's expression was far from her usual cool professionalism. Someone must have pissed her off.

"Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who you belong to." "You! Only you, Callum! Fuck... oh god, you're so big... you're stretching me so wide!" Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!"

He mutters against my hair as he hugs me. I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso. I bury my face against his chest and breathe in his cologne. How can someone smell this good. " Thanks Gray. Freddie is an ass , yes. But sometimes I can't watch him get hurt. Despite everything that happened , I still can't forget the other Freddie. The one who looked out for me. Please don't hurt him. Even if he tries to talk to me again , please don't ever hurt him , I'm begging you Gray."

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the chaos.” Freddy grinned. “We’re not chaos. We’re fun.” “You’re dangerous,” I teased, ruffling his hair. “You will do big things one day.” He puffed out his chest like a mini alpha. “One day.” Ayla did tell me about Freddy wanted to practice his magic, and I was on her side, anything that would make him happy was alright. He was born with an angelic heart and that was all that mattered. Ayla just shook her head, amused. “You created this monster.”

As if answering her question, Gloria passed by and whispered, "That's his fiancée. You should show her some respect." Freya blinked. The word sounded foreign to her. "Is she a breeder?" Gloria froze. Her face contorted. "Excuse me?" Freya's heart dropped. She realized instantly she had slipped. "I meant… I didn’t mean… never mind. I’m sorry." Gloria walked away, clearly disturbed. Freya leaned back in her chair, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had forgotten, even just for a second, that this wasn’t the werewolf world. That there were no breeders here. No forced roles. No packs.

his compulsion rings in my ears, and my breathing slows until I’m no longer sobbing as loudly. This time, I manage a real glare. “Do you always force people to do what you want?” Freddy freezes as if shocked by my words. Honestly, I’m shocked too. Men usually frighten me to the point I can’t talk, but I’m too hurt and angry to be stammering. I don’t care what happens to me and wait as Freddy steps out from the shadows with a smirk on his lips.

I change into my slippers, walk up to him, and turn around in front of him to show how beautiful I am in this dress. I hope he can feel better with me acting so flatteringly. “I’ve never worn such an expensive dress and high heels. I didn't even see ruby with my own eyes before. " Freddy sneers. " Pathetic woman." After uttering these words with his thin lips, he enters the elevator before I say anything to reply. I stare at the elevator doors closing. I am stunned. "Freddy is a total bastard. I worked hard to make him less unhappy and tried to be friends with him initially, but he is such a bitch."

Spring asks, tossing her jacket to the floor as she sits down on the mattress. Without warning, Freddie grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he snarls. “Why are you always nagging me about money? Once my streaming career takes off, you’ll be swimming in drugs. So quit whining!” He slaps her across the face, hard, before lighting a cigarette and shoving the white substance in his mouth from the shopping bags she brought and turning his attention to a video game.

I was just a small, no-name makeup artist on the set, usually stuck doing makeup for minor roles. Everyone said my style was too bold—too mysterious and eerie—and just didn't fit with heroic characters. I never imagined it would be so well received in a horror game. This was the first time my work had earned this much recognition. As the game approached its end, the Slit-Mouthed Woman returned. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw me. "By the way, what's your name?" "Luna Frost." "Okay, Luna. I've already spoken to the boss. We're hiring you as the permanent makeup artist for our instance!"

This showed that these were not regular attacks, but attacks fueled by a Glow! "Glow: Explosion. It disorients the target for five seconds. Not long enough, but not short either." Frederick mumbled as two golden earplugs fell out of his ears and returned to his armor. The same happened to Selina, showing that she had been protected by her boyfriend. This was because Frederick's strange Glow was no respecter of persons. It affected friend and foe alike, for it was an all area attack. Even it's user was at risk of being affected if his ears weren't protected as well!