Frank Dbd Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard and prepared to talk when Frank interjected. "What you're doing here is a waste of Pharrell's time." He scoffed. Frank was never fond of me. He was the beta and Brutus was the gamma. Brutus was more easy going than Frank. I knew if i had an opportunity to tell him everything, he'd have listened to me.

They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep. Black smokes rose up into the heavens, staining the clean blue sky and filling the air with the smell of burnt grass and oil. All the cries and shouting suddenly fell silent. Even Maddy stopped sobbing; her cloudy puffy eyes were on them. As usual, it was her who always broke the silence. Bringing everyone to talk and in a non-diplomatic argument. "Badbloods" she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear.

Frank yelled angrily, shaking his head as he walked towards Zane. But after he raised Zane to his feet, Deborah pressed the trigger, firing five rolls of bullets into his body. "Deborah, what the fuck have you done?!" Frank screamed, as Zane collapsed onto him, and he hugged him from collapsing to the floor.

Franco says coming to stand next to me. "Okay handsome I call dibs on the seat next to you" he slightly nods then excuses himself leaving me to deal with the whiplash his mood leaves behind. He’s worse then a fucking women and I should know. I am one. "Hey boss lady" I turn around to a smiling Vic. Fuck I could see myself being completely lost to this man. I think as I take him in. "This is a list of hackers and the top six in the country who aren't working for anyone else" I skim over the list picker three.

Poor kid, hopefully he’ll prove smart enough to crack a window within the next hour, lest he fry in the late-morning heat like a puppy. Bill really means to have a shot of whiskey or two, the early lunch of champions, but he finds his best friend Frank at the bar, loading up. Frank is a homicide dick (emphasis on the word “dick”) who lives with his mother, snorts mountains of coke swiped from the evidence locker, and recites more Bible verses than a street preacher. He’s such a walking contradiction it’s a wonder that he can stride more than a block without vaporizing into thin air, his warring impulses canceling him out of existence like a negative subtracted from a negative. Maybe someday

My body convulsed in pain, but no sound came out—my mouth was stuffed with a rag. In the corner of the frame, Roger stood watching. He wore a thick down jacket, arms crossed, smiling as he observed everything. "Is this fake too?" Casey's voice was soft, but it carried a crushing force. My father stared at another screen. It showed a confinement-like room in the correctional facility. I was lying on the ground, one leg bent at an unnatural angle—clearly broken. Several people surrounded me, kicking and beating me. My ribs were caved in.

The forest screamed. Not with sound, not with the crack of thunder or the howl of beasts, but with the long, aching groan of a world being undone. Mirra pressed a trembling hand to the rough bark of an elder tree, only to wrench it away as black sap oozed from a fissure splitting its trunk. The liquid burned against her skin, acrid and metallic, the stench so sharp it made bile rise in her throat.

“That’s what you wanted to talk about? For a moment, I thought you’d finally let that matter go.” “No, Frederick. I’ve let him be for a while, but you know as well as I do—without me, Frank is nothing.” “Let me check the database. I’ll have the address ready when you get here.” “Perfect, my friend. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

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”

She wasn’t going to make it on time, and this was one day she couldn’t be late for. “Ms. Rumero?” A polite man in a suit stopped her in her frantic tracks. “Ready to get to work?” “Wow, Uber is fast,” she blurted out stupidly. “Wait. I didn't even open the app.” “I’m your driver, Damien,” he said. Casello sent me.” “I … what?” Everything was happening really fast, and she couldn't hope to keep up with it all. First the dress. Then the sex. Then the condo. And now a personal driver?