Franky Family Novels & Stories

They looked like the perfect family of three. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. It would be a lie to say I wasn't hurt, but moments like this had become so common that I'd grown numb to the ache. I even hit "like" on the post before putting my phone down. In the days that followed, I stayed in the hospital while Mason and Jackson were off traveling with Sophia. On the day I was discharged, I packed my things quietly and returned home alone. As I opened the door, I heard Mason and Jackson laughing from inside. They were sitting on the couch, surrounded by lavishly wrapped, expensive gifts.

They were so happy about their new pet, they have named them on their way home, Mickie and Minnie, they were going to take care of them, play with them and keep an eye on their new pets. "I can't believe you two girls," Matheo says again, he can't believe that's what they chose. "Let it go Theo," Jace says with a chuckle. "It's perfect for the girls," Callina says walking along with the girls keeping an eye on them. "This is weird even for our family," Theo yells after them making them all laugh. "Who buys a turtle for a pet?" Matheo mumbles to himself before running after his family, his professional family.

“Looking at your reaction, you didn’t know. Yes Jayden and I are family but not by blood. His parents are my legal guardians and adoptive parents. It is complicated and a long story but Jayden and I only came to know about each other later in life as adults. “I was raised in an orphanage until Mr. and Mrs. Grey adopted me. But because of a few legalities I couldn’t leave the city I was in until after I turned eighteen. It was after I became an adult I realized I had a distant cousin.” “Olga Therrins?” I hazard a guess. Frankie nodded, taking a sip of water from the tumbler beside her. “Yes she is my cousin though very distant like we share only a drop of two of familial blood. I met up with

"Are you aware of the Ferrero family’s background in Southern world? Are you blind or deaf? Can't you hear or see? How do you benefit if our family has a falling out with the Ferrero family? Do you think that only Alexia will be disgraced from the mess you’ve caused? Everyone else will talk about our Franks family." Master Franks became more furious as he spoke. The veins on his forehead were popping. "You are the youngest in the family. You have an elder brother. I have never asked you to make any contributions to our family. I only asked you not to not cause any trouble. I wanted Alexia and your brother to get married again, but you offended Alexia! Do you think that after what you’ve done

When my SAT results come in, I'm stunned to see a score of just 550, even though I've always been one of the top students in my class. For the first time, my parents pull me into a hug and gently reassure me. "It's okay. We'll pay for you to retake the SAT next time." Tears well up in my eyes as I promise them, "I'll get into a good college next time. I won't let you down." They prepare a lavish dinner, then send me off to bed with smiles. Late that night, I hear laughter coming from my parents' room. A beat later, I hear the voice of my little sister, Olivia Clark, drifting through the crack in the door. "Mom, Dad, you're amazing! I'll be headed to a top college soon!"

While the blood trickled down my face from my nose and lip, I finished setting the table as my brothers watched in silence, even though we’re seventeen, Frankie and Will were an inch or two shorter than Pa, and ten pounds lighter, they knew that even between the two of them, they would be able to take Pa on, even when he’s drunk, he’s meaner and harder to take than when he’s sober. Frankie, Will, and I are triplets. Frankie, whose full name is Frankllin Allen, is the eldest by two minutes, standing at six feet two inches, strawberry blond hair, and hazel eyes. Will, whose full name is William Tyller, is two-and-a-half minutes younger than me, standing at six foot and strawberry blond hair

Franky sighed and said, "Where's your family?" Erwin Wilson smiled, shaking his head in disapproval. In the rich, they cannot discuss many things, especially internal turmoil. Not even the James family, so Franky didn't ask again. Erwin Wilson, on the other hand, wrote on paper and started asking about Franky's story. “What do you think about asking for help from Ian James?” Seeing Erwin Wilson so frank, Franky James also spontaneously replied: “I didn't want to receive help from my family before. You know, so I moved the whole place. Uncle Ian, I haven't seen him in a while."

“Are you sure? Do you think Sforza would have told them anything? Sounds like a waste of time.” That is the problem with most people. Even cops. The things they think would be a waste of time, are often the very last little piece you need for the puzzle to make sense. “Yes.” “What are you doing next?” Frankie asks. It’s not an accusation. He just wants to keep track of me, know where to go when there’s trouble. “I’m going home.” A big, happy smile breaks out over my old captain’s face. “You have a family now. That’s good. It’s not healthy for a man to go through life all on his own.”

“This child has not been easy these past few years, fortunately there is old Frank, otherwise this child would not know where the street corner is. “That year, Freya made a fuss because of that, old Frank does not pay attention to the past, still raising the child to grow up, did not disappoint Freya. "Even if Freya is rebellious, she is still my daughter, after all, the blood flowing in Fiona's body is also half of the Frank family, in short she can't be left alone." Nathan Frank looked at everyone and then said. "That's right, the Frank family helps raise so many children in the countryside, with an honest heart, other people's children can still take care of them, of course their grandchi

‘Showtime,’ I thought to myself and opened the door for them. “Hello, Kiran.” Franklin didn’t bother to greet me and just stepped past me into the house. “Hi Alexander.” “I see Karani just about changed everything in this house.” It was more of a sneer than a statement from Franklin and I ignored it. I led them through to the formal dining area and I had to hide my smile as Franklin looked at all the take-out boxes in the center of the table. They were not important enough to prepare a feast for. “Franklin … Alexander.” Malachi remained standing where he was, behind his chair and made no move to shake their hands. Alexander looked quite uncomfortable as the whole family stood there.