Fran Bow Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bloody Franco, always finding humour in fire. “Maybe you’re just missing your mate, Devon! Your stomach’s already in knots at the thought of going home to a brooding Luna!” He actually chuckled in the middle of tearing his claws down another man’s spine. I groaned, half annoyed, half unwilling to admit his teasing sparked a brief warmth in me. “This is not the time for jokes, Franco.” “Then let’s finish this fast,” he smirked, eyes gleaming green as he snapped another hunter’s neck like it was twine. “So you can go run back to your waiting Luna.”

Rowan spoke into the phone. “Good morning, Mr Kane. “Sorry to disturb you at such an hour.” Franco’s voice came up. Thankfully, the phone was on a loudspeaker, and I could hear whatever they're about to discuss. “No worries, Franco. Why did you call?” I wasn't surprised that Rowan wasn't yelling or screaming at the man right now, like he always did with other people working for him. That was because his relationship with Franco wasn't just an ordinary one. Franco was his father's lawyer.

That evening, Isaac and I went home and found Aadi cooking dinner. I asked, “How are things with you? You look a tad bothered.” Aadi answered, “Not really bothered. Not mad either.” I laughed, “Okay. So, what’s the problem?” She answered, “Franco’s brother got here at around eleven this morning. As soon as they got out of the truck, Ben started sniffing the air and he hasn’t been able to stop. Franco has been so excited about it that he forgot to run to the store for me. I’m craving cookies and cream ice cream. I really wanted that for dessert.”