Franklin The Turtle Memes Novels & Stories

He asked nicely. "Uh, yeah I think he is...um, who are you-" "-We're his best friends. We...brought Red Velvet, his favorite." He said with a smile. "Well, I'm pretty sure she knows that, Trevor." The second man said. Trevor glared at him "I'm just trying to be nice, Franklin." Franklin rolled his eyes "I'm sorry, Miss. I'm Franklin, that's Trevor, and this right here is Chris."

I shrugged, brushing off his narrowed eyes. “Lack of sleep with that prize of his,” chuckled Franklin, spitting out his shattered mouth guard from his thick, chunky lips, “he’s got her dressed up like a fucking ninja and everything.” “Really, well Ivan you do surprise me,” Milo said, smirking with a raised eyebrow, “you should be punching softer, not harder than if you’re tired. I think you’re frustrated.” Franklins’ brown eyes lit up in amusement. “Is she giving you a hard time, Ivan? You must be too soft with her. Mine is nearly compliant!” joking loud enough to attract the attention of Xavier and Denton a few stations away.

And my name is Franklin. "You forgot to add that you are aTedson, Frankie." She reminded him. "I'm sorry about that." He apologized honestly. "I didn't think it was necessary. I guess I was wrong, and I apologize." "Oh no, I'm not mad at you at all. I just felt that you should have said something."

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Bridge, Layla, and I were in pain from laughing so hard at them trying to mimic whatever their phrase was. Frankie stood in front of us wiggling his body like a fish. Elijah and the others were calling out words like .. fish.. wiggle … gone fishing … worm.. and bait. Frankie rolled his eyes and moved to the next word. This time he started jumping around like a rabbit. Then the guys yelled … frog…. Uhh rabbit! … oh oh your a whale! … no he’s a cat right? …. Frankie got frustrated. “No mother fuckers! I am hopping. This ….” He started doing his weird wiggling move again .. “is a bell. It’s a bell ringing… this .. is HOPPING. Bell. Hop. Bellhop. Get it??”

Liam asked him, staring down at our frankenturtle. "Of course!" Percy smiled excitedly. He's like a little puppy, I swear. "What do you think, Jess?" "I think he needs medical assistance." I remarked, making them both laugh. "I don't know what's wrong with you two. I think he looks great!" He snapped a picture of it on his phone. "That's going to be my new profile picture." "That'll be an improvement." Liam muttered, making me slap him in the chest. "Don't be mean." I scolded him.

He gritted out his words and Mitch scoffed in frustration. “She’s not your woman so get the hell away from her!” The corners of Franklin’s lips twitched violently and his fist curled into a ball. “I would never give her to a molester like you!” His words successfully triggered Mitch and he suddenly grabbed Franklin’s collar on rage. “Watch what you say! I never molester anyone!” Franklin was already on the verge of losing it when Mirable’s groggy voice rang out. “Why are you guys so noisy?… so annoying!”

Thousands of messages flooded the thread, most of them about me. Pedro the Parrot: [Humans are so awful. That Hose Guy knocked out Miss Fruit!] The Egrets’ Shared Account: [Thor the Tiger almost smashed the iron bars. Luckily, he stopped, or we’d be exposed.] Wendy the Capybara: [Friends, I hear water in the elephant enclosure. Did you hear it too?] Kingsley the Monkey: [Where did Miss Fruit go? Am I doomed to lose my love?] Ellie the Elephant: [Thor the Tiger hasn’t said anything. Is he hurt?]

the old man remarked and shook Franklin's hand. He hands him a big giraffe stuffed toy and he immediately hands it to me, making me surprised. “For you,” Franklin said with a smile. “Me? But you won this by yourself.” “Yes, but I am not really the kind to keep toys and I want you to have something that reminds you of me.” I heartily accepted the stuffed animal and shared to him my appreciation. After the shooting games, Finn showed us a booth where a man wearing a white apron and hat was spinning a stick into some sort of machine.

It kept ringing—through the drive, all the way to his place. “Why are all my homies calling me?” he muttered, confused. He finally picked up. “Anthony, wha—” “Shit, Franklin,” his friend cut in, laughing, “your fetish is kinda wild. I’m impressed.” Franklin blinked. “Bro, what are you talking about?” “You haven’t checked your girl’s socials? Thought she was your girl. What’s with the lovey-dovey photos and that caption with your grandpa? You two running some swinger-couple thing? Man, you play hard.”