Frank Tayell Novels & Stories

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

It's like she wants to say something but decides against it. "Are you sick of seeing my face, Tay?" I heard Flint ask one time when we were having dinner. His friends, Alec and Floyd were with us but left just a while ago because of some frat duties. Apparently, Flint was also a part of a fraternity but he's more active in this organization that I don't know the name of. It was an elite organization that not all people know of. I asked him about it, but he's just mum about it so I just stopped asking. Taylor rolled her eyes at Flint, which made me chuckle.

“He is a murderer and a smuggler. He should be chained before he speaks.” Madame Du Bois struck her walking stick once. “Sit down, Eleanor.” Eleanor’s face twisted. “You have no right to command me in my own house.” Frank’s weak voice came from the side door. “It was never your house.” Everyone turned. Frank entered in a wheelchair, pushed by the doctor Taren trusted. His face was pale, but his eyes were clear. Taren moved toward him, but Frank lifted one hand. “Let me speak first,” Frank said.

I said. The messenger reached into his satchel and pulled out wood, paper, and quill. Trent walked down to where the messenger stood and the young man handed the tools to him. Trent walked back to where I stood and took a knee. He wrote word for word of what I said by the small pile of bodies. “Is that all, Alpha?” Trent asked. “Yes, that is all,” I said. Trent nodded and stood to his feet. He walked over to the messenger and handed him the letter, who in turn bowed and turned from us. I watched as he ran from the direction he came. When he was gone I turned back to Trent.

Tyler will be mine, one way or another. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

As for Franky, Gabriella did some research on Google and Twitter. Franky, real name Frank Caddel, aged 31, was younger than the first two. As a new-generation photographer, he owned an award-winning piece from a previous Mountain Streams International Photography Competition. His forte lay in seamlessly combining people and landscapes, skillfully using scenery to enhance characters and vice versa. It was a technique that earned him widespread acclaim. Looking at the course descriptions, each had its unique features, and they all started around the same time. Gabriella found herself in a bit of a dilemma.

Frank enjoyed a good laugh before uttering, “Taylor, I’ve missed you. It’s been two years since we got it on. “I hold the key to your survival, but perhaps one more taste of that shared night could sweeten the deal?” Taylor was no longer the fresh face two years ago with just Shangrila Group’s print campaign under her belt. She was a big star now. Frank’s interest in her had only increased. Fear flickered in Taylor’s eyes. Her mind wandered back to the night Frank bonked her two years ago. “I’m hungry. I’ll get something to eat.” Alisa walked away, making her stance clear.

His words almost made Chase explode with anger. “Fine. If you don’t believe that I’m the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate, I’ll prove it to you. Tom, get me the pennant and my identification.” “Yes, Teacher!” Tom opened up a box immediately and took out a thick stack of pennants and a little red book. He pulled out a pennant and said, “My teacher received this pennant ten years ago. He had cured Wallace Trey, the richest man in Camland, from stomach cancer. Mr. Trey later presented him with this pennant.”

"No problem. The more the merrier. I'll bring Frank too. I think it's time you met him anyways," "Great. See you tomorrow then, said Sasha, as she got out of the car and headed into her apartment. —------------ Tilly and Frank picked Sasha up from her apartment the following evening and Tilly introduced Frank to Sasha. Sasha shook his head and smiled politely at him. He was exactly Tilly's type. Tall, dark, and handsome. "It's very nice to meet you," she told him, "I've heard so much about you," Frank grinned, "Is that so?" he asked, smiling at Tilly, "Good things I hope" he added,