Being Frank Book Novels & Stories

With a 'click', silver handcuffs locked around her wrists. Isaac was cuffed as well, and he struggled wildly, screaming like a madman. "I'm innocent! Shawn, you're abusing your power! What right do you have to arrest me?! I have lawyers!" I watched his breakdown calmly. "Abusing my power? You're flattering yourself. You're not only involved in prostitution, but also in large-scale fraud. Tiffany just admitted you scammed her out of three hundred thousand dollars, and with the video evidence, the case is airtight."

Frank knocked on the apartment door exactly twenty minutes later. Mira’s heart hammered as Kate opened it with a bright, slightly tipsy smile. Frank was thirty, tall and broad-shouldered from years of gym habits that hadn’t faded after graduation. He had short dark hair, a strong jaw, and an easy confidence that made both girls weak. He wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the impressive outline of his cock even when soft.

Frank normally preferred avoiding serious conversations. "What?" Frank stepped inside. For several seconds he simply stood there. Thinking. Choosing words. A dangerous sign. Eventually he spoke. "Do you remember what I taught you when you were much younger?" Grayson snorted. "Depends." "No." Frank's voice sharpened. "The important lessons." The younger wolf leaned back against the truck. Frank continued. "When something scares people..." A pause. "They start lying." Another pause. "They hide things." "They protect things." Grayson folded his arms.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me like I need a pat on the head and a breathalyser.” “Because I remember your wife,” Frank said. “And because there’s a difference between mad and haunted.” He shifted. “There’s a room under the sacristy. Books that shouldn’t be read lightly. A Jesuit left them when he passed through in ‘83. He said our coast holds old stories the old people wouldn’t name. He called them ‘things that don’t forgive.’” A pause. “I don’t like the books. But sometimes you don’t need to like a ladder to climb out of a hole.”

he said slowly, “I never trusted power. I’ve seen what it does to men.” Nathan nodded. “So have I.” Frank’s eyes sharpened. “But I’ve also seen what love does to a man who lets it change him.” Silence stretched. “You didn’t rescue her,” Frank continued. “You didn’t cage her. You didn’t dim her fire to make yourself feel bigger. You stood with her while she found her way back to herself.” Nathan’s voice was rough. “She saved me too.” Frank exhaled deeply, as if releasing something he’d carried for years. Then he did something unexpected.

Okay a little rewind Remember how I told you Frankie's dream is to become president Well that dream is about to be crushed by Wendy, meanest nerd ever In books and movies,nerds are usually bullied or are seen as the good guys Not this fiction novel, nerd here are mean, evil, grumpy and only care about winning Frankie meets her at her campaign spot"Great speech I really admire how you just took my spot light like that" "You might be dressed smart or for the part but truth is this place ain't for illiterate so why don't you go back playing with pums pums with the other illiterate"

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

She still loves getting paper letters even though we talk daily. I sit down and stretch out a bit. I lean my head against the wall, fold my hands in my lap and close my eyes. I didn't recognize anyone in the room and I never had felt the need to fill the air with pointless chatter. I let my mind relax but sadly the thoughts were invaded by nervous conversations being held. One person spoke of the three institutional infractions he had received in the past year but how he only had about two years left. Someone else was saying that this was his twenty third time up for parole. I try to block out their conversations but I am unable to do so being that they are so close in proximity.

"You can always do something. I'm giving you the chance to go talk to the people. You can explain your ideas to them, you can advise them on what you think about embracing our nature. What's the worst that can happen?" "That they think I'm crazy like in my old clan? Like you and your family?" I snort and Frank lets out a small laugh. "Then learn how to talk, learn how to communicate your ideas in a nicer, more normal way," he shrugs, "Make things happen for you." I leave the chapel completely confused by the conversation I had with Frank.