Frank Castle Novels & Stories

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

So, she answered, “Here is fine.” She smiled at Dawn, saying, “I don’t mind.” “Hi, Dawn. Um - Hi, Charlie,” the guy next to Dawn said. “Hi, Frank,” Charlie greeted. Frank Castello was another business major in his fourth year, one of those whom Charlie rarely conversed with when she was with Luke. Frank was a tall guy with olive-toned skin and dark wavy hair. He was handsome, a bit bearded, but still good-looking. He smiled at Charlie, saying, “I’m surprised you remember me.”

literally fighting for my life. He launched into a lively recap of everything I had missed in my absence, his voice sounding even more animated as he detailed the more bizarre stories that had crossed our desks in the past three weeks. Frank did not ask about Damien. Didn't say anything about the past. "Guess who caught the mayor’s assistant embezzling funds?" Frank asked, leaning closer like he was sharing some juicy secret. Like it wasn't obvious. "You?" I glanced up briefly from my work. “Damn right,” Frank said, puffing out his chest. “Front-page news, my friend. Got my name on it and everything. The boss was so impressed he almost bought me lunch. Almost.”

Valtarin was the perfect mixture of city life and nature, and somehow, I couldn’t stay awake long enough to see it. I’ve only seen pictures of this place, but they do not do it justice. Nymeria’s main castle was beautiful, but very outdated. It looked like we were trapped in time back in the 1700’s. Valtarin has modernized everything. The castle stood tall, with the same shape as ours, but the exterior wasn’t stucco. It was made of polished stones and had a beautiful clay-tiled roof. There was a large fountain out front with phenomenal, luscious greenery in the middle.

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

His vision and dedication had brought the company to new heights, and this launch was a testament to his unwavering commitment to excellence. Castor, D'Andre's efficient and resourceful secretary, juggled phones, emails, and logistics. He ensured that everything ran like a well-oiled machine, from coordinating with suppliers to managing the press releases. Meanwhile, their fathers, Mr. Frank and Mr. Kendrick, were busy with their own roles. Mr. Frank, the CEO of Lourde Cars, was deeply involved in the marketing and strategic aspects of the launch. He had a keen business acumen and an eye for market trends, which had been pivotal in the company's success.

As she heads to the bathroom, "I will be back," I say rather loudly, and I quietly head out to my study to call Davis. He picks up on the fourth ring."Hey man,what's the update?" I say immediately."Good evening to you too," he replies, and I keep muting, then he continues."I did some digging, and I found a few things about Miss Castle, but nothing really dirty; she had a rough childhood, and she is also suffering from bipolar disorder and depression," she finishes.Okay, thanks, I reply and hang up.

"Alexander Christos is not Franco." I closed my eyes trying not to throw something at Castle. I have an explosive rage that if not controlled often leaves me in bad situations. There is a story behind how I met Castle. I had just turned twenty one. I was living in Boston, Massachusetts attending Harvard Business School. I have not always been obsessed with plans. I just wanted to get through college with great grades. Like most young girls, I wasn't immune to what appeals to the eyes; hot Italian men. Alexander Christos is not the first man to sweep me off my feet. There was another before him; Franco Esposito. The hot Italian man claimed my heart. He was the first man I let into my heart. I

he replied and removed a cigarette. "Bad manners Frank, you're in the church premises," Emma said. "Now can someone please tell me what the heck is going on here?" "Gladly," Frank responded. "So this the reason why you betrayed Zolomon? This pathetic crew, huh?" "You're one of wolves," Julian guessed. "No, upgraded," he replied and his eyes blared dark and they were all shocked, but for Willow more. "You became a hybrid," she said. "Of course, more stronger than I could ever be," he replied and removed an envelope. "Here, the fucking Castles, maybe a few friends are invited for a ball, tonight."

Her dad asked, apparently intent on being difficult. “You know full well how I know Lorenzo,” Lilith said. “He’s my boss. For my internship. And Lex is his brother.” “Lorenzo Casello is the CEO of VI Tech” her dad said. “That should make him the boss of your boss of your boss — and on down.” “Several more bosses, in fact,” Enzo said, straightening his sweater as he stood. He was taller than her dad, and in their tiny living room, he seemed to take up a ton of space.