Frank Iero Im Not Okay Novels & Stories

" With that, she played the very video that had sealed my fate in my previous life. In the footage, I was in a heated argument with Pierre, who was wearing a hospital gown. Both of our faces were flushed with anger. At the end of the video, the line "Why aren't you dead yet?" echoed hollowly down the empty corridor.

Frank entered. “What’s with the long face? Did you have a fight with the foreman?” He joked. “Shut up and come in,” I told him. He was a few years older than me, average height, and his face still bore scars from an attack of chicken pox in childhood. His sand-colored hair was always in disarray. “I am pretty pissed right now,” I continued. “The European shipment is delayed again.” “Why? What now?” “Some tale about changing something. I never ask for any changes. Did you?”

Frank chuckled, "Mom, calm down. No one threatened me; I just want Sarah to be happy." "Then take her to Japan or another planet, son, but not to the same country as an old woman who is obsessed with you!" Ireen yelled. Frank closed his eyes, trying to control himself. "Mum, I have decided to let go of everything and not live a miserable life because I sleep with an old woman for favors," he explained. Ireen was quiet for a second. "What do you mean by that?" "Trust me, everything will be alright," he replied and hung up the phone. He understood where she was coming from, and he was very aware of the dangerous waters he was getting into, but Marcus was going to cry too.

“What the fuck just happened?” Corey stepped back, pulling me over to Frankie, “he will explain it better, but fuck man.” I looked at Frankie, who was far from happy. If anything, it almost looked like he had cried at some point. “Eno was the biggest rat of them all. Just when we think we’ve got our shit together, and you’re safe. One or the other has some stupid shit happen. But Eno.” His jaw clenched when he said his name. I put my hand on his arms, which were folded across his chest. “It’s okay, Frankie.” He looked at Corey, then at me. “No, it’s not.”

Dialing Ginevra’s number with a sigh, I’m the one looking forward to hearing her voice. “Ruggerio, hi. Is everything alright?” “Hey beautiful. Sorry, I’d like to tell you that I just wanted to hear your voice, but I need your help.” “Erm… sure. Did something happen?” Irritated by the wide grin Frank is showing me while chewing on his candy, I gesture him to step outside. He plays dumb, acting as if he didn’t understand what I wanted to tell him. “Are you still there?” “Yeah. Can you hold on a second?”

It'll also save people from gossiping. Then, he sent another message: [But remember to be back at the rental house at 9:00 AM tomorrow. We'll be leaving on time, so don't be late.] I stared at the messages on my phone for a long time and did not reply at all. Instead, I took out the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it in the trash. Holding my boarding pass, I calmly boarded the flight, leaving Itolia. By the time they returned to Napple the next day, I would no longer be in Itolia.

This is making me so goddamn nervous. Yes, I did join a dance squad before but that was all just for fun. I never danced in front of a lot of people nor do something in front of a stage. It's too embarrassing. I looked at Neal again and he was already staring at me. He gave me two thumbs up and smiled, making me feel relaxed. My gaze went back to the screen again when it showed a song which is 'Sorry not Sorry' by Demi Lovato. I froze on the spot when she picked the 'free-form dance'. Oh...crap?

The only concealing thing about the photo is that my face is hidden from the camera, Adrian’s hand pressing into my cheeks as the other wraps around my waist. If it wasn’t me who is in the picture, I would giggle over the emotional intensity of the photo and probably wish to experience that Sometimes, the best things seen are actually the most horrible moments. My pulse quickens when I scroll down the article and see the headline. What. The. Fuck. “CEO of the Ferraro Holdings ties the knot with his unknown lover in a private wedding.” Private lover? The only emotion I feel for that man is intense hatred and anger. ‘And arousal’

She lost her balance, crashing headfirst into the sharp edge of the marble coffee table. No scream. Just a sickening crack. She dropped, limp, blood spreading fast. Emory's scream tore through the room. "Catherine!" He staggered forward, but halfway there, his chest seized. His knees buckled, and everything went black. "Murder... it's murder!" The words rang out from somewhere in the room. Andrew stood frozen. Shocked. Terrified. Catherine's body. Emory on the ground. Blood. So much blood. He backed away, hands shaking. "No... it wasn't me..."

“Are you ok? I know seeing Isabelle must have been tough.” “What Ire? Fuck Isabelle you passed out and have been out forever. I didn’t know if you were going to wake up. Did that asshole really reject you after you helped those pups, that fucker!” Erik’s anger is coming off of him in waves. “I asked him too.” “What you asked him, are you crazy?” “No I just wanted to get it done with. I didn’t realize.” “You didn’t realize? Ireland it is a fucking rejection.” “Please quit screaming.”