Franky Family Novels & Stories

The doctor said I had a hundred days left. I didn't want a miracle. I just wanted one real family portrait. One where I sat dead center, impossible to cut out. I searched through every album in the house. My sister, Yvonne Miller, had her professional glamor shots. My brother, Daxton Miller had his milestone baby portraits. My parents had their framed wedding photo. There wasn't a single picture of just me. I remembered our old family photo from primary school. Mom told me I blinked, so she creased the paper down the middle and folded my side back. After that, I was always placed on the far left or the far right. It made it easier to crop me out. I saved up and booked time a

Paul declared, in a fatherly tone. “As you wish,” I noted. My friendship with Paul wasn’t going too well, and Saturday was starting to make me feel really uneasy. Jane was waiting for me outside the locker room. Brian was just introducing Frankie when I arrived. We headed home. “We’re going to the movies together, did you hear?” Frankie asked excitedly once we were in the car. Frankie was a bit scatterbrained and often spoke before thinking. He was born with a condition and went to a special school as a kid, but he’d since caught up—only the impulsiveness remained.

She doesn't deserve you at all! "Enough!" Dad interrupted loudly, looking at his crude daughter in disbelief. "Adriana, how can you talk about your sister like that? She was disfigured because of you! And Jonathan is your sister's husband. How can you harbor such thoughts? If people heard this, the Lane family's reputation would be ruined!" Mom opened her mouth, seemingly somewhat disapproving. "I think it's fine, actually. Love is about mutual feelings, isn't it?" Hearing that, I could not help but laugh.

She needed to know about the history of her family. “All I know is; the Franklin Family is moving like a snake. That is the information I gathered," he said. When Anastasia heard, she was silent. She well why that is about Anastashia's family. She knew it. The Franklin family does not want others to look down on them. At that, she smiled. But something is bothering because then, many people will be really angry. "I know!" she said. She stared at Antonio before she gulped down the champagne from her glass without stopping.

“With the whole family.” Franklin nodded slightly, even though it couldn’t be seen. “Noted,” he replied before ending the call. There was a lot waiting for them in Atherton, responsibilities and unfinished matters that couldn’t be ignored, and somewhere beneath it all, the absence of Tristan lingered heavily, something neither of them spoke about but both felt. Franklin made another call almost immediately. “Jonathan,” he said once the line connected, “we’re meeting the family tomorrow. You need to be there.”

"Auntie Annabel and Jerry always telling me to obey no what the cause because that is also means of help. So it means I helped the cat, Auntie." Annabel didn't believed him, knowing that some other children already did this, but not as brutal as him. She's scared but... the boy is longing for a family. It must have affected him so much that he's still in search for a family. It's hilarious and obviously unacceptable but Annabel had nothing else in mind to do with the boy. She pity him. But family? Jt was not to be given that easily. "Big brother Lukan!" A boy named Frankie came running towards him with his wet face out of crying and hugged his leg.

“You’re exhausting.” He grinned. “That’s my brand.” Keith lifted his glass. “To quiet nights,” he said. Trina added, “To safe nights.” Mya smiled, eyes shining. “To family.” Casey jumped in immediately. “And to babies. Two of them. Cross cousins incoming. We’re unstoppable.” Adrian sighed, but his hand slid under Trina’s for a brief squeeze. “To health,” he said quietly. Alexander lifted his glass last. He looked at Eva as he did.

They had two sons, John and Harry, as well as a daughter Susan. The Franklin family had its ups and downs over the past few years, and was currently on a down swing. Kenneth blamed Rick's company for this dilemma. So he was out to crush his competition as soon as possible. Kenneth Franklin was not a very scrupulous man. He would use any means to get what he wanted.

He complimented Lewison obliquely, commenting on how things were progressing as they should. Then his tone shifted almost imperceptibly. His voice still had a tinge of warmth, but something underneath changed. “I have been in contact with your family,” Frank said casually, as though this was simple administrative news. “Your parents have been most cooperative. A family that understands its obligations to the pack is a valuable thing.” I kept walking, keeping my face neutral and everything cold.

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.