Frankie X Cleo Novels & Stories

Franklin replied. "Are you trying to say that you disrupted Kentley's relationship? Is that what you're trying to say? Because if that is the case, count me the fuck out cf this." Felix warned as he spoke through his teeth in obvious anger. "Frank, did you force or blackmail Paige into this entanglement with you?" Felix suddenly asked. "Hell no! I did not. Why would I do that?" He asked pissed at his younger brother. "We are not even an official couple yet." Frankie stated.

Jacob explained to her Cleo cried immediately after hearing it. “Untie her!” She turned to Jacob, then added, “Give me a gun!” Jacob untied Cleo from the chair and threw her to the floor, right in front of Stephanie’s feet. After she got a gun from Jacob, she stepped on Cleo’s face with her stiletto. She stepped hard until Cleo’s face was bleeding. Cleo screamed and Stephanie moved her stiletto to her hand, then her stomach. Cleo’s hand is about to prevent Stephanie’s movement but she is quick enough to kick her. She smiled and kicked her a couple times before walking away from her.

It looked as if we were going to have to coach them. "Frankie's I want you to taste my twat" Kerry said with a smile. He grinned and went in for the dive. "No, not like that. I want you to taste me off Carl's cock." We waited and Frankie nodded in agreement. Carl took his cue, and Frankie knew what was coming for Carl too so he came to me. Both of our husbands dipped their cock in our drenched cunts until there were glistening with sweet pussy juice.

I held it out of their reach with a teasing grin. “Rae, good to see you,” Jeffery said, flashing his perfect smile. He was a senior majoring in engineering, his dark skin gleaming under the party lights. “Likewise, Jeff. Room for one more?” “We’re almost done,” Frankie replied, his muscular frame tensing under my gaze. “You can get in the next game if you want.” “I’ll be waiting here.” I smirked, setting the ball on my cleavage and pushing it forward. Frankie grabbed it, his hand lingering against my skin just long enough to send a shiver down my spine.

Dave said as he sat down at the small table, "I'm hungry." Dave yelled, "Brother!" to Frank. As he spoke with Dave, Frank added, "You to have a seat, Chloe." As she sat in the chair, Chloe questioned, "What you wanted to talk about?" For the three of them, Frank poured the juice. Frank declared, "I'm going to be the next Mafia King." Chloe turned to face Dave, who appeared unconcerned by what Frank had said. In a monotonous voice, Chloe murmured, "Congratulations."

- Franklin - I followed after Cleo as she was lamenting to Xavier who was trying to get from her what happened. "Don't ask me any questions; just let me leave, please," she was saying. "Cleo, can we talk?" I asked. "No!" She turned around and snapped. "I don't want to talk to you. You have made it clear to me that I don't belong here so I don't think there is anything to talk about." "You are misunderstanding everything and it's not supposed to be," I said with a sigh.

he said. Josie glanced at him with a lifted brow. “I’m Josie.” “Frankie,” he said. “He’s my little brother,” I said. Josie glanced up at me. “I didn’t know you had any siblings. Nice to meet you.” A blush crawled up Frankie’s cheeks. Frankie didn’t have the natural charm needed to woo a girl, not yet at least. Frankie cleared his throat. “I’m just gonna go in here.” He walked into my room and shut the door, leaving us in the dimly lit hallway together.

In a pleasant tone, "It's straight to the bottom of the river for you, Frankie." The dangling man quivers, breathing fast, air whistling through his single unblocked nostril. Klempner smiles a thin smile, pats him on the cheek. "I'll see you in a while, Frankie Boy, but you won't see me." As Klempner stands back, watching, McCullen reaches up, unclips the carabiner from the meat hook, Frank collapses, landing heavily on the hard floor. What can be seen of his face is scarlet, running with sweat. His eyes roll up to Klempner's face, showing blood-shot whites. Klempner leans comfortably against the wall.

he pointed at the lanky guy, "he's a buddy, name's Slidell. See you." Cleo watched him as he flew in a rapid pace to the back of the stage. "So......" The guy trailed. Cleo turned her eyes on him and felt that she should introduced herself, "I'm Cleo...." she said but closed her mouth after that, what was she's going to say next? What was her relationship to his friend? His acquaintance? His life-saver? His maid? Or his killer? "New chick?" Before she could compose a reply, a giggling girl bumped into her, making her lose her balance and the guy who's name's Slidell held her.

Cleo sighs, cramming her knuckles while I am writhing on the floor. “Just leave him alone. He’s not into your shit.” She inhales. “We can handle this by ourselves.” “You stole our things.” The man says, taking a step closer. “You and your friend are going to pay for that.” “Well, fuck that.” Cleo rushes over to him, before punching him in the chest. She gives the other man a hard kick in the face causing him to fall forward. “You bitch!” One of them is yelling, but she grabs my hand.