Being Frank Book Novels & Stories

FRANK had at first grown faster than his wife, and the change in his manner had been more perceptible; for with all her foolishness Dolly had a keener sense of right, and wrong, and justice than her husband. She had opposed him stoutly when he raised his own salary from $4,000 to $6,000 a year, on the plea that his services were worth it, and that two thousand more or less was noth[Pg 33]ing to Arthur; and when he was a candidate for the Legislature she had protested against his inviting to the house and giving beer and cider to the men whose votes he wanted, and for whom as men he did not care a farthing; but when he came up for Congress she forgot all her scruples, and was as anxious as hi

"Disrespectful brat!" Elder Mack changed to prismatic light and turned to report to Second Elder. 'That Second Elder needs to stop sending me to do dirty work. I rather cultivate than do this mess. Hah, to be rich would be nice.' Sighing inwardly, Elder Mack thought of going to some ruins to try his luck. . -Zero Hunting- .

Sherly leaned back, crossed her arms in her chest, and spoke, “Ma’am, do you think talking to me like this now, trying to kill me with those glares, will change the fact that everything is like this now? Ev "Even though you spout nonsense to me right now, it won't change the fact that everything has been done.”

“You misunderstand, Grandfather. Someone is hyping this up.” Frank had been lecturing him about how he did not keep his private life under wraps when he heard that explanation. He threw his cane at Nicholas and roared, “You b*stard! Do you think I can be that easily fooled just because I’m old?!” Frank was a controlling man and hated it when things slipped out of his control. Abel alone was already a headache to him. But, now, even the most obedient and submissive Nicholas was lying to him. “Grandfather, I—”

~~PETRA~~ Frank was an old-school type of vampire and despite all my attempts of seducing him, he never even looks at me twice when i go up to his office. He sat in the kind of chair that seemed designed to swallow people whole and spit them out later as useful things. The leather at his back had the polished tired look of something that had held men through long discussions and dull compromises. His face, when he turned it, was a map of patience. Lines at the corners of his eyes that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with hours kept awake plotting. He smelled faintly of pipe smoke and something sweeter, like burnt sugar and old perfume, the kind of smell that stuck to fabric a

A soft, fragrant patch of skin was suddenly exposed to the air. I hurriedly grabbed hold of it, pulling her tightly into my arms. It felt incredible. In the darkness, my right hand lifted the edge of her tank top and slipped past her bra, finding the firm curve of her chest. I brushed my fingers over it, teasing lightly with my touch. At the same time, our bodies pressed together below, moving in a slow, constant friction. In the darkness, the way Phoebe looked at me seemed almost melted with desire.

“He is a murderer and a smuggler. He should be chained before he speaks.” Madame Du Bois struck her walking stick once. “Sit down, Eleanor.” Eleanor’s face twisted. “You have no right to command me in my own house.” Frank’s weak voice came from the side door. “It was never your house.” Everyone turned. Frank entered in a wheelchair, pushed by the doctor Taren trusted. His face was pale, but his eyes were clear. Taren moved toward him, but Frank lifted one hand. “Let me speak first,” Frank said.

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

Frank interjected arrogantly, “I know all of that wife, you don’t need to remind me what I know already. But that doesn’t satisfy my hot libido, I am sex-starved. For six months now you have denied me this body. You demanded I carry out the task for you and only then will I have your body. I did …” Kate narrowed her gaze at him, “Stop sounding offensive, Frank. Stop it!” she snapped and sat up. Brian is a violent mad man and my brother, and that smelling bitch called Melissa is fostering wings that must be clamped. Brian is insignificant in the Fannys and stands no chance of championing over a sane woman like me. I want him to take his life and that of that poor Melissa. He is a violent mad

Felix replied while Frankie bursted into laughter. "You are so delusional. You meet these girls that are from broken homes and are willing to do anything for the money and you offer them money mostly peanuts just to have your way with them and you call that consensual? Bro, get real for once. You are no better than me. The only difference between us is that you let that part of your life ruin your personality while I separate my personal and sexual affairs perfectly." Franklin replied. "So, run along and find something to do with your time cause your little sermon make no sense when you do just as much as you accuse me of."