Cleo X Frankie Novels & Stories

Cleo chucked and looked at me shyly. " Its okay... If I knew arguing got you this hard fast .I'd have done that in the car ." "Its what you do to me Bella . How wet are you?" Cleo nibbled my ear lobe and whispered; "Drenched." "It's good thing I brought your duffle bag .Its in the boot . " Cleo was working her hands underneath my sweater. "Sneaky." "We need to go to confession one of these days because we have been going at it since Friday and we aren't married yet."

Franklin had a little smirk on his face as he looked at Cecilia. Cecilia laughed softly and said, "You're right, you and Jeff never really got along." When they were in school, Franklin was known for being a bit of a rebel, always breaking the rules, but he was always so kind and thoughtful to Cecilia. Later on, Jeff and Cecilia shared their true feelings with each other and became a couple for everyone to see. Franklin started to bug Jeff a lot after that. They could not meet without getting into a big argument, and sometimes, they even ended up in a fistfight.

Clarice glared at her sister. The guy is smart, the teacher loves him and I needed a high grade. So..I played with him for a while. Shocking Eh? Cara laughed. It was.. Owww.. watch where you're going idiot. Cara winced and turned to see the jerk that just pressed her toes. Frankie. She called and blinked her eyes. Ohh.. wow, it's Frankie again. Clarice smiled Where are you headed? Frank asked I am going to the Bar... While she's..uhm, going to the mansion. Cara said, smiling.

Suddenly, horror movies were no longer his preferred genre. Not after meeting a real-life one. “Please, Frankie. It was all Aiden and Alice. I had nothing to do with it.” Frankie stepped closer, her smile never leaving her face. “Do you remember when you cheated that day in the ring? At the time, I didn’t have the claws to fight back, but guess what, Troy?” Frankie’s voice was barely louder than a whisper in the wind. “No, Frankie, please,” he begged as he tried to yank his hands free from the wall they were nailed to.

“You expect her to eat off the ground too now?” Frankie's smile fades, and he straightens, looking Leo directly in the eyes like he is no longer a threat because of his injury. “If the printsessa is hungry, she can eat like the filthy dog that she is.” He marches away across the room, reaches the door, and picks something up from the ground.

“It`s thirteen instead of ten as you requested. But I wanted you to be my garden angel also. I want you to continue searching facts Diego. The future of my family depends on me resolving this matter once and for all. We have an enemy in the house. Diego looked at him for some seconds then responded, “Okay Franck. We shall work together. You be the Jack Bauer and I the Cleo Sullivan. The difference here is that I am the male Cloe Sullivan.” He gave his accordance to work hand in hand with Franck. “I appreciate your stance. I knew I could count on you brother.” Saying with a shook. In an agreement mood as they exchange for gentlemen salutations.

I wondered if I would be able to tell what they were in their human forms. “Did you hear about Cleo?” Lyle asked. He knew I already knew but was trying to keep me busy. “Yes, she moved out and is living with her mate now. I heard there is some strain between them and that it’s a rocky relationship. Her mate found out how she mistreated his brother, and his brother told him how she was just using him. Maybe there isn’t a happily ever after in her future. She would really need to change and try to make things work. As it is now, she has ruined things with everyone.”

Clearly, my entanglement with Leo had given the pack members some interesting theories. “That crow is fine now; just let it stay at your place for a few days,” Rachel instructed before closing the door. “Why were they here?” Frank asked, looking at the dying crow in the cardboard box. “It seems they wanted to gossip with me, but they didn't want to stay once they saw your face.” “They think we’re a couple.” Frank faced me. He flashed a mysterious smile. “I have to be honest—I don't mind them thinking that. How about you?”

Astolfo's gaze soften and Cleo took a step back, "I'm doing the best I can." "Well, let's find on that, shall we?" Cleo's looked became cold she turned her heel around and walked back to the claw machine Ace and the kid was on. Not giving Astolfo another look and just totally forget about him. "Did you find something? Big sister?" Klive asked, Cleo, smiled and bend her knees a little so that she was on the kid's eye level. "Of course." She pulled something from her coat's pocket and showed him what she got that made Ace shriek in horror.

The situation dawned on him as Troy got to his feet and he pulled Cleo away from Emily. Emily was bleeding from her mouth and nose and Cleo had a busted lip as well. Their hair were disheveled and Cleo’s shirt was torn. Troy felt a moment’s pride that Emily had fought back even though she wasn’t aggressive by nature. “What the fuck, Cleo!” Drake’s voice seemed too loud in the office and his eyes were pitch black as he glared at his mate. “You were kissing her!” Cleo’s actions weren’t wrong, they were instinct, even if she didn’t love Drake or know him.