Frank Castle Novels & Stories

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

"The price of doing business with someone who screwed me over. You have forty-eight hours and after that I'm taking this to Castellano Industries because Frank already said he's interested." "Frank Castellano is a snake." "Then you two should get along fine." I picked up my briefcase and headed for the door. "Loire." I stopped but didn't turn around. "I made a mistake," he said and his voice was quieter now. "The biggest one of my life." My hand tightened on the door handle and I could feel my jaw clench. "Yeah you did." I looked back at him over my shoulder and he was just standing there in the middle of his expensive office looking at me like he actually regretted what he did and that made

Frank - “That is none of my f*cking business! You have three days to get money ready….” Her mouth dropped open in shock. Cassie - “Three days? But…..” Frank - “Do you want to find your sister's body by the lake? I can send her body parts to you, piece by piece of you want…” Cassie - “No! Please! Please……I will find the money and bring it to you in three days! Please!....” Frank - “Good. Make sure you come alone. I will text you the address in three days”

I found a table near the back window and opened my laptop and told myself I was going to do something useful. I opened a browser tab. Typed Marcus Castello. The results came back immediately and thoroughly — society pages, business coverage, photographs at events I recognised by their venues if not their occasions. Marcus at a gala. Marcus at a ribbon cutting. Marcus quoted in a financial publication about the Castello family’s investment portfolio with the confidence of a man who had never once been asked to justify his access to a room. Handsome in every photograph. Warm-looking. Nothing said what I was looking for. Nothing that confirmed the specific fear I couldn’t fully name yet. Nothin

“Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his last name?” I blinked and blushed, “No.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Not really. Tall, skinny, blonde hair but not really any exact features.” “So, if he was sat in this courtroom today you would not be able to pick his face out of the crowd?” “No.”

"Silicon valley, 7pm today. The CEO and Mr Stefan would be meeting there." It was time to wreck plans. * * * "We checked in on his criminal records, boss... He has quite a lot but they're being concealed from the public as he is quite influential in the movie industry. Lance Caster committed arson when he was 12 and made away with the life savings of his father when he turned 15, leading to the man's death. He also has a history of drug abuse and is still actively in it." The Investigator paused for breath as if it was too much misdeeds for him to handle before continuing.

And, why he was my second-in-command. It took him exactly twenty-four hours to find me what I needed. “What did you find?” I asked him as he came into my office. Tristan laid out several folders of information about Frank. I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to explain what I was supposed to be looking at. “He’s a gambler,” Tristan crossed his arms and shook his head. “He’s got hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, and he’s notorious for getting into fights at casinos.” I pursed my lips to keep myself from smiling. I was glad to be rid of him, but I didn’t want to appear overeager.

"This is a bit of inside information, but... I think he's confused. Especially without that old man Frank. Speaking of Frank, he's been missing for a while now. Do you know anything about him?" "Whoever has their hands on him really knows how to keep him hidden," Frederick suddenly laughed. "Don't tell anyone I told you this, but Cassandra has this insane way of kidnapping people. It baffles me sometimes. She had Martina's take Frank. I don't know what you have on the guy, but Martina's and her people are the best at taking someone. They kidnap you, and they leave no trace." "You don't say," I said quietly, rubbing my lips, trying to hide the smile that had formed unintentionally.

Cassie was about to say something when the guy held her shoulder with his other hand, He faced me and smiled,” I am Frank Don, the CEO of a Robotics Technology company, you were saying? I was shocked; I couldn’t even say anything; how did Cassie come across such a man? “Whoever I am with has nothing to do with you; the day you left me on the aisle on our wedding day, cheated on me, and chose Diana over me, we have had nothing to do with each other since then,” Cassie said while holding hands with Frank.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey