Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

Sean did not stop at introducing himself, even giving her a rundown of his family history. Xara was unimpressed. Francis smiled, saying, “Bro, she’s Xara Hill, my girlfriend.” Xara’s face darkened. “Get over yourself, Francis. No one’s your girlfriend here.” “You might not be my girlfriend now, but one day you will be.” Francis was shameless. He said breezily, “Sooner or later, you’ll be my girlfriend.”

Alpha Francis replied with a sneer, he looked at Alexander with complete disdain. “That’s me I assume?” Alexander said his irritation was obvious, even from here I could see the purple flashes in his eyes. I knew how powerful his wolf Hydra was, as soon as Alex had the answers he needed he would be tearing Francis limb from limb. “You don’t realise how you’re holding Helena back!” “Don’t you even mention her name!” he barked, stepping forward in anger towards him.

as I passed him dishes and plates to fill him up, giving him smiles and happy looks as we made small talk with the table. “Thank you, Helena,” he answered, his voice softening. “Are you happy to leave tonight now our business is concluded?” “I am yes thank you” No bother, no fuss Fyre rumbled away in the back of my mind, this is how we work now. “Alpha Francis has kindly offered me to take the young servant girl who aided me last night, might she accompany us back home as my lady-in-waiting? I would like to have some more appropriate company back in Silver City and do find her very pleasant. I didn’t want to accept without your approval Bram?” I tried to avoid Alpha Francis’ eyes for fear he

"Not now Franco. I am in pain, anger and hate. I want to kill," "Anyone in mind lord?" Franco asked. "An Alpha" ******

She still harbored dreams of marrying the man, or at the very least, possessing him once. "Hehe..." Francis let out a confident chuckle. He arched an eyebrow, his gaze challenging. "Amanda, since we were kids, has there ever been anything I wanted that I didn't get?" Joey fell silent. "So, what’s the next move?" She watched as Francis twirled a small vial of serum between his fingers, a faint, elegant curve touching his lips. He was a man who didn't understand the word 'no.' "Don't worry, I’ll handle it. You just keep doing what you’re doing. Just remember—don't mention those two names in public. I don't need you slipping up and exposing us." With that, Francis stood and walked out.

"You can only have it for a day." Francis' eyes widened. He grinned. "Yeah, cool. By the way, who's this girl?" His eyes went down in my direction. He had that curious look on his face. "You've never introduced us to your girls before—" "She's Hassan. One of my students."

On the other hand, Keil nodded confirming the words of his lord. "Before I kill you, I will tell you some things so that you do not die in ignorance ..." "Unfortunate!" Francis interrupted “how dare you speak to me like that! I. .. you…" Just before he could continue his words were intercepted by Keil “Hush! Worms like you should keep quiet and be grateful that my lord dignifies your existence with words " "Damn bitch, I am Francis Kemmler, I will crush you with my army of the undead."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Three Days Later… Francis’s POV “Daddy Francis, look! I made a drawing!” Xai came running toward me, proudly holding up a paper with a drawing of a man and a woman standing side by side. “Wow. Who are they, baby? You and your brother?” I teased, pinching her cheek until she giggled. She shook her head. “No.” “Oh? Then who are they?” I asked, glancing at the drawing again. “You and your girlfriend,” she said innocently.

Trista’s POV “Monsieur Alpha Liam,” the man said, reaching for Liam’s hand. He took Liam’s hands in his and shook them. Then he leaned in and air kissed Liam on either cheek. “Tres wonderful! I am Alpha Lemone, of the Dove Song Pack in France. We are so honored to be here.” “Ahem,” the girl beside him said, batting her eyelashes at Liam.