Frankeneweenie Novels & Stories

So Erwin wanted to give him something. "Seventeen thousand." The other guy said, seeing Erwin Wilson not responding, that he felt that he would not make such a large amount of money. His thinking is correct. Indeed, now Erwin Wilson could not spend such a large sum of money. First, his bank card hasn't arrived yet, and second, his money is all in Frederick Hall's wallet. “Because you have good eyes. I really like people like you. That's why I only took you fifteen thousand!" The other guy smiled and said, “Oh yes, my name is Franky James.”

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

#After two months# *Janice Pov* “How is my cute niece today?” I asked, lifting her and smiled. “You are early this Sunday.” Abby stated. “Just got bored at home so I came here early today.” I said, smiling and played with the baby. “Janice! Did you have your breakfast?” Mom asked. “Yes, Mom! Let’s just go to church.” I replied, and she nodded smiling. “Have some more Janice. You may get hungry.” Dad said and I nodded, sitting at the table.

Annie was worried Francine would do something stupid if she got the wrong idea about Corinne and Aaron's relationship, so she quickly answered, "He's Mister Aaron, vice-president of Newmoon Group. He and Corinne are very good friends. They go way back." Francine frowned in confusion. "What? Corinne is friends with Newmoon Group's vice-president? I thought she came from the countryside. How could she know someone like that?"

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

“Olin, I need gas. I’m going to grab something to eat. I hear these Buc-ees have some great food, real Texas style.” “I’m not hungry,” he mumbled. “Suit yourself. You’re old enough to know if you’re hungry or not.” I flipped on my blinker and pulled off the freeway. It had been a long two days of non-stop driving. I was tired of sitting on my ass and couldn’t wait to be home. Our new home. “Can I get one of those pork sandwiches?” I asked the young man behind the immaculately clean counter once I was inside. “Sure thing,” he said and quickly filled my order.

The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent. Way better than my previous place. I knocked on the front door three times. It swung open after a few minutes to reveal a dark skin middle-aged woman with short black hair and puzzled brown eyes. Her furrowed eyebrows indicated her throwing questions in my direction and waiting for an introduction. “Hi, my name is Maya Jensen and this is my best friend, Violet Williams. I'm a new tenant here under Armando Corporations” I smiled politely and gave a little wave, Violet doing the same behind me.

Warren said in that teacher’s voice. Noah looked upset at the mention of my dad’s name. “I just need to talk to her, that was all sir!” He said, sounding panicked, he raced out of the room as Mr. Warren pointed at the door for him to leave. I follow him into the shed, the smell hits me and I feel like I’m in heaven, my mum hated that I love this subject. “Ok Year eleven and twelve Building and Construction class, we have a new student her name is Tasmine Kelly. Yes, Lee’s little girl is here. Please show her your best behaviour or my best mate will know about it. Also, Tasmine we are building dog kennels, everything you need for it is along the side, grab an empty bench, and get started, all

he bellows and I follow her, resisting the urge to tell him he can get me arrested. He is an ass! He is an ass! He doesn’t deserve to be loved. I keep on repeating the words as I follow Jenin to a room on the ground floor. It’s bigger than my room and has a big bed in the middle of the room. “Hey.” Jenin gives me a warm smile. “Hey.” I smile and sit on the bed. “I’m Jenin, what about you?” “I’m Frankie. Frankie Thomas.” “A beautiful name.” she grins.

She is draped in a beautiful burgundy dress and a bold red lip. We step further in and take our seats at a table far in the corner. A middle aged woman walks up to us to take our order and I can't help but notice how large her hands are. And her feet too. She looked like a giant. Stanking about 7 feet tall. A sharp contrast to the tiny tavern we were in. “What can I get ya!” she asks in a surprisingly jolly tone “We’ll have some bread with Chocolate tea.” Yoda responds “Is that right for all of ya?” she confirms and the others nod