Novel & Cerita Frank Iero Im Not Okay

Frank apologized with a bow. “Who the fuck is in charge of this bullshit?” I was getting pissed off. “Where the hell is Felicia at?” “She doesn’t know.” He said, I looked at him. “So, you were getting ready to disperse strippers for a party i don’t know about? You didn’t inform Felicia who is in charge of the strippers too. Are you trying so hard to get your throat ripped out?” “I apologize sir.” “Shut the fuck up.” I hissed.

But now, the person he cared about was clearly no longer me. I slumped on the floor in despair and let those men who called themselves photography lovers point their lenses at me. "Come on. Pose more shamelessly." "Change it up." Flash after flash stabbed at my body. I had gone numb. One more lens no longer mattered. Vivian leaned against Julian's shoulder and pretended she could not bear to watch. "Stella's expression is so twisted. It ruins the shot. Maybe stop." Only when she called for it did Julian grant me mercy and stop them.

I pressed my tongue hard against the inside of my cheek to stop myself from reacting to the utterly unhinged sincerity radiating off him. “Doctor,” I began flatly, forcing my spine straighter as I stood from the ledge, “I thought I made myself very clear on Tuesday. The ‘buts’ are non-negotiable. I am not participating in some emotionally repressed billionaire rehabilitation program while you decide whether or not—” “I am not here to explain myself, Irene.” The roughness in his voice stopped me cold. Not because it was commanding. Because it sounded wrecked. Romeo took one instinctive step toward me—

This man speaks fluently without even filling in commas when he is upset. The annoyed face was prominent. Eros is very annoyed with me right now. Is it all my fault? Did I take off my clothes without realizing it? Jeez. Lord, take me away from here or knock me out of the helicopter flying thousands of feet high. I’m embarrassed and want to bury my face in the trash.

Darting me a glare, Francesco stormed off the golf course, which made me scoff. He couldn't even be bothered to apologize. “Francesco De Luca is the rudest person I've ever met,” Ian said after a while. “Yet you greet him every time even though you know that,” I retorted. “Why can't you ignore him?” “I didn't know my greeting him offended you so much, Jo,” Ian said. “I just don't think it's that serious. So what if he doesn't respond? Then he'll continue to look like the big jerk he is. I'd be stopping to his level if I ignored him, don't you think?”

he added before storming out of the room in wild fury. Fuck ! What did I do ? It was just supposed to be a trap to capture the ring leader. Shit. I messed up things, didn’t I ? Ty never gets this mad. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Eric paced back and forth in front of the desk, his hands shaking, his voice rising and falling like he was already in court. “I told you I will not sign anything,” Frank said flatly. “Not today. Not ever.” Eric laughed, sharp and bitter. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me sit here like a criminal while you act like the hero.” “I didn’t put you here,” Frank replied. “You did that all by yourself.”

ERIC’S POV Frank’s eyes were wide—shocked, like he couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. His fist was still raised, knuckles red. Breathing hard. Chest heaving. Sweat on his forehead. I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Blood smeared across my skin in a dark streak. I smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” I said quietly. Frank’s face twisted—anger, panic, something feral. “You think you can just walk in here and take her from me? Like she’s some prize?”

" I can fix this let me fix this please " Jacob pleaded " Why ?" finally I couldn't withstand his pleading, something ugly , something that had been waiting to get out for the entire day , snapped in me " so you can fuck it all again ? What do you think I am Jake ? I'm human ! I'm made of skin and sinew , not fucking steel and iron , I didn't strap on iron man suit every fucking time you hurt me ? I feel hurt ! Do you think I can survive the blow again and again ? "

Frank tried to calm her down as for her doubting herself and Grace wanted to give up everything even though it was just not part of the plan. “Come here.” Frank hugged her tight and gently touch her hair to calm down her at this point. “I’m sorry Frank. I am really sorry. I guess I am not prepare for this.” she whispered and let the tears rolled down through her cheeks. *** On the other hand Demir went back to his office and threw the folder in his hands and let the papers be on the ground. He grabbed a bottle of rhum from the cabinet and drank it from the bottle. “Fuck you Frank!” he mumbled and drank more rhum and let it be filled his throat by it.