Frank Castle Novels & Stories

Veronica stood up in anger and swept everything on the table to the ground. “These people have asked for it!” Frank said in an outrage. He reached for the messed up and broken vase on the ground to pick up his phone. He was about to dial the reporter’s number when a notification popped up on his cellphone. At first, he dragged it to the side, thinking it was the usual daily news he subscribed to but then the headline caught his eyes. “R&R GOING BANKRUPT. FRANK ROLAND TO BE ARRESTED FOR EMBEZZLEMENT”

Instead, she agreed to pay him several million annually, as long as he was alive. Over the years, Frank burned through the money he had extorted from the Palmer company. Using his connections, he shifted his focus to criminal law and eventually bought his way into a judgeship. From that point on, Frank became untouchable. His word was law, and rumors swirled that he was behind the massacre of the Bartz family—a crime only he would truly know the answer to.

I stood up, and we shook hands and hugged before he settled down on the opposite side of the chair “You look shit ass tired,” Frank said with a little chuckle as he reviewed me, accessing the level of tiredness I've known Franklin forever, with his tall frame and the moles on his face and the tattoos that are everywhere on his body, and the way he wears his long hair Franklin is someone I've worked with all through the process of developing my company, and he has basically been my best friend He is really tall and while I might not be the lady's man, Frank is the opposite.

"I appreciate you more and more now." "Then please help me arrange my room. I have something to do now and I have to go out." "What are you going to do?" "First I asked George to get back to work, and then I asked Frank for coffee. I suddenly realized that he seemed more important than I thought." I shook the business card Frank gave me. It said on the business card that he was the vice president of Deep Blue Sanatorium and a doctor. And Caitlyn Christian seemed to live in a nursing home.

“He’s the gift you mentioned?” Roland glanced at Andrius with some disdain. “Where is he from and what’s so special about him?” Sven immediately introduced, “His name is Jack Castillo. He hails from Florence. His father is Barrett Pace, who used to be a deputy minister in Florence. Barrett colluded with one of the ancient martial families in Florence, the Swallows.

"I've heard so much about you. Castor talks about you constantly. It's almost annoying." Castor laughed again, easy and relaxed. "She's worth talking about." "Clearly." Felix's smile widened slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Felix Whitlock. I work with your husband." "Work how?" "He's my campaign manager," Castor said. "And one of my closest friends." "Oh." I shifted the bouquet I was still holding from one hand to the other, and extended my free hand. "It's nice to meet you, Felix."

He was older, built like he’d poured half the concrete on this site himself, with a face that had seen too many years of sun and too many early mornings. “Ms. Atwood,” he said. “Welcome to Cortlandt.” “Thank you, Mr. Diaz.” “Frank. Everyone calls me Frank.” He stepped out and looked between us. “You two know each other, obviously.” Nate’s jaw tightened. “We’ve met.” I said nothing. Frank didn’t ask follow-up questions. Clearly, he knew when to leave things alone. “Hard hat,” Nate said. He handed me a yellow helmet. It was the same color as his. “Regulations.”

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)