Novel & Cerita American Dad Francine's Sister

Chapter Nine Dani Having three daddies wasn’t like anything I could have imagined. It had been three weeks, and it was still hard to get used to. Jayce watched over me like a hawk. He was the strictest of the three and I’d ended up bare-assed over his knee more times than I cared to admit. Alex was a joker, but a lot of fun to be around. He wouldn’t hesitate to tell Jayce if I misbehaved, just to watch me get punished. Seth was a tad more serious, more quiet and watchful than the others. He punished me once for bad language, telling me it was unbefitting for his baby girl, but he’d allowed me to make it up to him by sucking his cock afterward.

Francine walked into the cozy living room of her family's home, beaming with excitement. Her parents, Zeke and Beatriz, were sitting on the couch, watching the news. Her older brother Royce was sitting on the armchair across from them, scrolling through his phone. Azure, sitting comfortably in a rattan chair. "Hey, guys!" Francine announced, her voice bubbling with happiness. Zeke looked up from the TV, his face breaking into a grin. "Hey, sweetie! How was your day?"

“But I told her the truth, and it affected her!” “What truth?” Nardine frowned. Frances took a deep, shaky breath and sat beside her. “I knew your sister.” Nardine’s eyes widened. “You knew Emilia?” Frances nodded slowly, then met her gaze. “She always talked about her overbearing older sister.” A faint, broken chuckle escaped her. “That must have been you.” Nardine shook her head in disbelief. “But… how did you know her?” Frances sniffed. “Because she worked for the Wades.”

As she cracked open a crab leg, she said, "But you've been married to my brother for five years. You should have a child by now." As soon as she said that, Francine looked over. Griffith picked up a crab shell, circled half the table, and placed it in front of Francine before calmly sitting back down.

"Is it usual for people in this pack to live together even if they aren't related to each other in some way?" Francine shrugged. "Well, we're all one pack; one family, so I wouldn't say that we have no relationship to each other at all." Then she smiled and winked at me jokingly. "But I know what you mean. Nathan's my son." I raised my brows. "Oh. I didn't know that." She looked at me in amusement. "Cole didn't mention it to you?" "No." I shook my head. "It must've skipped his mind."

“Ma’am, good afternoon. I’m Franc. I’m in love with Yam, and I don’t plan on leaving soon.” I choked. My aunt blinked. Then burst out laughing. “Well. You’re either bold or foolish. Welcome.” We sat in her living room, surrounded by plastic-covered furniture and cat figurines. She served us pancit and rice, and Franc ate like he hadn’t tasted tradition before. “He’s not like the others,” she told me later, while Franc admired a framed photo of me as a child dressed as a sunflower. “I know,” I said. “Does he know your damage?”

“ It's Uncle Igor! “ Francie said, Lailye Betrick peering into the dining room window, seeing a man of six feet tall, with shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes walking in the garden. “ Children, return to the table now. “ shouted furious Jonathan, the children's father and Igor's older brother. A serious and more apathetic man became when the subject concerned Igor. The three of them were going to sit down, but when the door opened, they ignored their father's order, running to Igor, hugging him. - My treasures. “ Igor hugged them and looked at them. “ Francine Francine was the oldest, a thirteen-year-old girl, with long hair down to her waist and blue eyes.

“I send my grandkids to United States, and they forget how to dress properly for the dinner table when they come back.” Theo leans back in his chair, smiling. “Hi, Papá. Good to see your attitude is still consistent.” “Theo,” Papá nods. “Are you over there taking care of your sister, or helping her destroy the house?” “Depends on the day,” Theo answers honestly.

My dad had left for work and my non walked in on me, turning my laptop on. "Jennifer didn't return last night and her phone is still turned off." She said and I rolled my eyes. "I don't understand why you are acting surprised." I turned to look at her, "in what generation does anyone sell their daughter off for the betterment of their company." I shook my head, "like forget the deal with stupid Marcel or whatever his name is, you'll get better offers, like, come on mom, if dad is all money hungry, what the fuck is in it for you."

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."