Frank Castle Novels & Stories

Still, the commotion caught the attention of patrolling security guards. They came running and quickly encircled Frank, with the leader demanding, "Who are you?!" "Take a guess!" Frank quickly knocked them out with restraint too. Then, projecting his voice as if using a loudspeaker, so that everyone in the mansion could hear, he said, "Greetings. This is Lugh Frankton, and I'm here on a house call for one Derek Costner. Why isn't anyone coming out to receive me?" - In the drawing room within the mansion, Walt paled when he heard Frank's voice!

"I forgot to memtion earlier before Anne came with me, that Prince Willem is at the castle becasue he is in mourning of the death of his brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, wife and unborn child. He was 3 months becoming a father but he hasn't got that chance as his wife, unborn child, brother, sister-in-law, nephew and niece died in airplane crash." "Luke and Anne already know. So does their parents as my partner and me have informed them. So Brad, can you come with me and your parents will walk in with us as my partner is already in the classroom?" Brad nodded his head as he stood up and he strolled out of the classroom with Rocket. Brad and Rocket brisked walk to the classroom. Brad's

“What makes you say that?” Kate had an angry look in her eyes. “What makes me say that?” She spoke furiously. “They had that monster, Marvin Castillo, who confessed to killing my husband in cold blood in custody and only let him go after he lied about being framed by some other family.” That monster, Marvin Castillo. Who gave her the right to talk about Marvin? My Marvin? Had I not been able to control myself, I would’ve given her a slap for calling the love of my life a monster—but I knew I had to be careful. All I could do was take a long breath.

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

Frank asked, halting her movement. Chloe looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Brother!" exclaimed Dave. Frank looked at Dave as if to say, "It's fine." Frank returned his attention to Chloe. "Why do you think he calls me 'Brother?'" Frank inquired, his words piqued Chloe's interest. "Why?" Chloe inquired. Chloe suddenly remembered the photo she saw in Dave's room. A thought occurred to her: "Could he be that person?" "First, allow me to properly introduce myself." Frank reached out a hand to Chloe. "Greetings, my name is FRANK CASTELLO."

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

he said with a carefree shrug, as if it were no big deal. “If I had told you, would you have taken my offer seriously?” His gaze met mine. “You’d probably think I was just toying with you.” He paused, then straightened slightly. “So, let me officially introduce myself. I'm Henry Richard, CEO of Castle & Co.” A subtle smile played on his lips. "Sorry for the late introduction.” He winked, effortlessly charming. I hadn't mentioned it before, but he had the most captivating blue eyes — the kind that seemed to soften his sharp features. For a moment, my frustration wavered, almost washing away.

“Steph shared them too.” “Yeah, I saw, but from you, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you started dating one of those so-called witches.” “You know I love my woman,” said Frank, leaning on the kitchen island countertop. “Hmm yeah, that, I do know,” said Mark, pausing as he thought of something. “You see, lately, my dad has been talking a lot about the damn witch-hunt, and you know he’s got friends working for the feds.”

And Frank, sweet, down-to-earth Frank was the heir to it all, the oldest son of Jamie Carrington, the current yet absent CEO. I already knew he was rich. Everyone knew the Carringtons were loaded. But seeing it all laid out like this, family photos from society pages, Frank in a tux at some fundraiser when he was fourteen, smiling politely beside his parents made it hit different. He’d always seemed so normal to me. The guy who split fries at the diner, sent me goofy memes, and held my hand like it was the most natural thing ever. Then I clicked on an article from seven years ago: "Carrington Brothers Announce Leadership Transition."

If Mrs Morrison was this quick to send me away, I can imagine what Stone's HR will say or do. The castle looms ahead as Frank drives into Zach's land. A familiar figure stands in front of a large double-door staring in the distance. We have gotten no closer when I realize it's the Alpha King himself. He's rigid as a stature with his usual expressionless face, watching the car advance towards him.