Frank Tayell Novels & Stories

his tone had an irrefutable buzz! “I agree… I was comparing the experience” Tael shook his head in disapproval. “I wouldn’t be this disappointed if I thought you had even 1% chance of success” “Then just wait for me to prove you wrong” “Are we still gathering this weekend?” Frank decided to change the topic. He knew how heavy this topic was for Ben even though he had a smug look. “I might have to pass this time” Tael laughed sinisterly “I have a rendezvous with Lester”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Just… removed. For a little while.” Frank chuckled, low and humourless. “You sound like you've been watching too many movies, man. This ain’t no game. You sure you know what you’re asking’ for?” “I’m sure,” I said, though the words felt heavy on my tongue. “I wouldn’t be calling if I wasn’t.” There was another pause, longer this time. “Aight,” Frank said finally. “I know a guy. Name’s Tyrell. He handles… situations. But listen, Rick, you better be damn sure about this. Once you step into this world, there’s no going back.”

"Seconds ago! Right before my fingers hit your frequency link!" "Seconds?" My inner wolf instantly realizes that something is completely wrong with this picture. Franklin is standing right in front of my face, sharing a peaceful laugh with Jordan, so his boots cannot possibly be screaming at a director miles away in the Ashgrove Wildlands. I contemplate the timeline for a brief second before asking, "What is the exact name of the actor signed on your scroll?" Sam huffs into the stone, "Tahl! Short for Tahlia Sterling, that boy from the border manor!"

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

he raised his guess to face Frank and smiled, "then if it's a girl making you this happy go for it" "Thank you doctor but I think you're overstepping now" frank yawned and stretched, "Thank you doctor" So who was frank Tazz? Why was he rich and secretive? Let's take a deep dive, just a chapter in the life of frank Tazz, from the very beginning before he was born, all great stories start from the beginning. ***Flashback***

he quickly introduce himself still looking at her fascinated. “I'm Tory” she replys “I came out to get something, but you can go to apartment Grace is at home” Grace told Raphael knowing that he also knew Grace because they attended the same high school together. “Okay, I'll see you at home, but don't take too long, we have alot to cash up on” Raphael smiles as he leads Enzol to Tory's place. Tory walks for an 1hr and 34mins before she gets to Marcella's Polaris restaurant, she couldn't afford to use the last money on her to pay for a bus tho get there.

Looking up at him he smirks that evil smirk of his. “ don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling. Swiping a finger across my left cheek with his hand before turning around and walking away. Oh dear goddess this is going to kill me I groan to myself. Walking out to the car I hop into the passenger seat not waiting for them. “ hey I called shotgun??!” Creed pouted stomping his foot onto the ground standing in front of the truck “ No, I called shotgun!” Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger

He stopped to look into my eyes. “Frank Mallory.” “Never heard of him.” One corner of my lips curled into a smile. “Have you heard of Tasha Granger?” “The Tasha Granger?” he asked, amazed. “She’s a superstar.” I nodded, resuming our walk. “Yes; she is. Frank Mallory was her agent and the one who discovered her. Tasha speaks very highly of him to this day. In fact, he would have been my agent, too, but at the time, he had his hands full with Tasha. So, he recommended me to Craig Savage and he became my manager.”

"Woah, kid! You're quite cocky, huh?" The two flunkies following the pudgy jailer around were at once upset, one of them even spitting on the floor as he pointed at the jailer. "Kid, don't you know who this is? He's Tigris Fisher, the Stallion of Blackwater! How dare you behave so insolently in front of him? Do you want to die?!" Tigris shoved his flunkie out of the way as he stared fixedly at Frank and chuckled. "I heard that you were framed… but naturally, I don't give a shit. Once you end up in here, you're never getting out.