Frank Iero Im Not Okay Novels & Stories

He was trying to be nice. "Who did that to you?" he clenched his jaw. "A random dude. And it's not the first time, so..." I paused. Why was I explaining to him and with the truth no less? "It's not the first time?! And that magically makes it all ok?" he raised the tone of his voice. Fight 173, go! "What do you want me to say?" I cried. I didn’t want to fight with him. "That is not fine!" he kept his voice loud, but he was not yelling.

However, they did not call Mick Gooding ahead of them, and he was a little perplexed when they showed up at his doorstep. "Isaac and I had a little errand in Franconia, and we flew over to visit Erin as well along the way." Irene spoke before he could. "How is she doing these days?" "Oh. Come in, then." Mick beckoned at them to go inside after coming to his senses, unable to stop himself from sighing at the mention of Erin. "She's not doing well. She's pretending she's fine when I'm around, but I've heard her crying more than once when she's alone."

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

And by the haggard look of his face, it did seem like he had a hard time “ What happened?” “It's nothing” Brandon waved his hand airily but by his bitter tone it was clear that he was bothered by something “ Frank, that idiot is still upset about his Ferrari getting thrashed, apparently a banged-up Ferrari with a paint job is not cool - he wants a brand new one and when I told him ‘no’ he gave me a lecture that was worthy enough to challenge his mother’s ” then he strolled towards the mini-fridge that was on the corner of the porch hidden from the sunlight behind a wooden pillar “ Enough about me, You seem a bit upset. Do I detect a fight? Hmm, going by that scowl I certainly think I am rig

“I’m not forcing you to choose right now.” I blinked at him. That wasn’t something Frank Santiago usually said. He wasn’t patient. He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t rational. He was fire, chaos, danger. But right now he looked like a man trying really hard not to ruin something fragile. Something that meant something to him. I let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “That’s fine,” he murmured. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” I swallowed. “And what’s that?”

Seeing the ship sinking, Uncle Jacob tried to slip out the door, but Ian's bodyguards scooped him up like a stray chicken and tossed him into the hallway. "Ow!" Uncle Jacob took a nasty faceplant, chipping his front tooth on the concrete. As Leroy was being escorted past me, he let out another round of pathetic wails. "Isabelle! Ian! I was wrong! I was blinded by that bitch! She played me! Please, I beg you! Let me go! I can't go to prison!" I looked down at him, my expression completely flat. "You seemed very happy when you were livestreaming those defamatory lies just minutes ago.

Anger was visible in his handsome face. "What the hell is this?" James said angrily on the the phone, talking on the line with a news publishing manager. "Pull out all the copies at once and write an apology for dragging names. I will sue you for spreading false information in public!" James angry voice startled the man on the other line. "Yes sir. We're doing what we can as of now to clear this matter. We were already adviced to settle it, from Sky-Land Corp." The man replied trembling from talking to him.

But Eros simply picked the broken frame up and put it back in its place and then began collecting the broken glass pieces scattered on the polished floor. A single look at him right now and anyone could’ve seen how different he was from the Mafiosos I had encountered in my life. His hands shook, both with anger and frustration, but more so with pain and a distinct kind of fear, one I didn’t know how to put in words. I’d never seen a man trying so hard to hold himself together. Not fully succeeding. Not fully failing. “I’m sorry, Eros,” I said and knelt beside him to help him.

“I am a good capo. Having a wife or not doesn’t change that. For fuck’s sake, stay the fuck out of my life. I will not be saying this again. I won’t fucking marry Mariella.” His eyes flicked past me. “Great. Another one to fiddle with my nerves,” he snorted. I twisted my head to see Eros, his dark hair gelled to perfection, his suit ironed and stature tall with pride as always. The only thing that differed was the dyed fringes of his hair in the front. “I could see you both arguing from the other end of the room. If you think no one’s watching or understanding what’s going on, you’re very wrong,” Eros said with his forever-smug smile.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll keep him in line. Won’t you, baby girl?” I just stare at Frank. The gag bulges out my cheeks. I couldn’t say anything even if I wanted to. “Fine.” He sighs. “Someone take the gag out. But just know screaming won’t help you.” The massive man, Leo, rips the tape off and pulls the rag out. My cheeks sting. I draw in a deep breath as they all look at me. “I’d rather die than marry Luca.” I spit on Frank Lombardi.