Francis From Reign Novels & Stories

Asta holds his arm close to her chest while kissing the corner of his mouth. “Err.” We both enunciate simultaneously. “You don’t like her?” This was surprising to me. “Oh please, I can’t stand her,” Francis states, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his champagne. “She is going to be your future queen,” I remind him. He shrugs as if he bit a sour lemon.

Francis was upset for a while, then he suddenly rubbed his temples. “Forget it. Everyone has their own path to take. Even if he regrets it later, I won’t help him.” “Should he continue to kneel?” “Yes, he should. When dawn breaks, tell him to leave.” As he spoke, Francis’ phone rang. It was a call from Penny. Seeing her call, Francis's face instantly brightened. He smiled. “Penny?”

Francis looked at me. “Don’t tell me you believe everything that girl said?” “Well, you didn’t tell me why I shouldn’t believe her.” I told him. “Because she’s some poor girl from a poor city looking for a rich opportunity to change her life.” Francis said. “It seems I fell into that trap because of a one-time moment of weakness.” “One time, so you did actually do it.” He looked away, like he felt disappointed in himself. “Yes. But only once.”

“Francis, that's not your style.” “Give us a reason, dude.” “Francis…” Everyone started talking, and they were puzzled. Francis listened with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the door. “I changed my mind. Not only will I not get involved in your interception, but I’ll help him instead.”

Francis swirled his chair around before picking up Aiden's call. " Empereur.... " Aiden's voice was heard from the other end... Unlike others, he addressed Francis in French as emperor. " President Evans... To what do I owe this call? " Francis chuckled. To everyone else, he was this cold and ruthless emperor... But to his one and only childhood friend, he was a different person. Once those who knew of their close relationship thought they were in some kind of relationship... As the both of them were both Eligible bachelors...

Fabian roared, his voice breaking. “She died from leukemia. Stage 3. A few years ago, after you went to prison. I was the only one there in her side.” Francis collapsed onto the floor, like the sky had fallen on his shoulders. “No… I’m taking France! We’re leaving!” he cried. But at that moment, a small figure stood on the stairs—France. He’d heard everything. “France!” the grandmother called. France walking downstairs, tears falling down his cheeks. “Get lost! I don’t want to see you! Get out! I’m not going with you! You’re sick!” he screamed.

But he had deleted it even before he got to see it, so how come? "That's not the answer to my question," shouted Lionel, rolling his eyes as he watched the man's carefree manner. He still looked like he owned the world, but he would let him know that he did, especially since where he was standing was his residence, and he wouldn't let him dominate him. "Where the hell did you keep my sister, young man?" he flared angrily. Francis pretended that he was scared. He grabbed the collar of his shirt in a dramatic manner and shook his body with a pleading look on his face. "I'm so sorry, your majesty. Please let me take you to your sister."

Being a playboy, not many refused Francis and the only one known to have done so was Serene Kourtney, female Alpha of the neighboring Berry Pack. “Just ignore her. I needed someone to help me release my frustration at night and she happened to be the perfect candidate for it. Now that you’re back, I have no choice but to strip her of her role or do you have interest in being my second wife?” Francis’ voice entered into my ears but it felt like knives cutting into my ears and forcing themselves inside of me. I raised my hand, wiping away the tears that were blurring my vision, wanting to see his face and for him to tell me this was nothing but a prank.

He could attack but that would be a very stupid move of him, instead he decided to run away for now even with his hurt shoulder. Francis wondered who those men could be. He knew they couldn't be from the kingdom of Levine, neither the already conquered kingdoms of Darkards and Somia. It meant another kingdom was after him too and had waited for the perfect opportunity to strike him down. While running, Ella cried, pleading to him that she didn't want to die while watching his arms bleed. "Francis are you alright?" She asked whilst in tears. "I'm fine sweetheart," he said, putting her down on a rock, once he noticed they were no longer followed.

Francis pov Francis opened the door to Roderick's room and started to look around for a clue to send to Prince Reagan but he could not see the paper he was always studying. "Where the hell is it" He whispered angrily. He had been detained by Payne who caught him one day going through files and kept him in prison for long, he had been unable to send any message to Reagan to hold up the end of his bargain and had not seen his daughter for a long time. Roderick had all the prisoners released yesterday, telling them that they were pardoned by the new master, and were let to join the men again but they were warned not to err again.