Franky Family Novels & Stories

"Things never go as one wishes when your family is important." Frank was silent as he remembered Vicky just then. Nodding, he sighed. "I can understand." Ned did a double take at his words, then asked softly and tentatively, "The Lawrence family, was it?" "No." Frank shook his head. Ned breathed a sigh of relief and actually smiled. "I thought you'd be a member of the Lawrence family… Y'know, the most mysterious of the Four Families of Morhen? Guess I was wrong."

I rolled my eyes at him when he told me that, but he’d just smirked at me and started to drive, making about a thousand mumbled phone calls as he did. Lucy sniffs and holds up well, but after about twenty minutes I frown and look up and around. “Frankie,” I say, confused. “Where the hell are we going? The nearest hospital to Lupa is –“ But Frankie stops me in my tracks when he just laughs at me. “What?” I ask, looking between the back of Frankie’s head and Lucy, next to me. “What’s going on?” “This family doesn’t go to hospitals, Bambs,” Frankie calls from the front seat, and I look at Lucy in surprise. She just shrugs and sniffs.

Frank ignored him. His thoughts grew darker. Everything always came back to the same family. The Ryders. The powerful, untouchable Ryder family. Frank scoffed bitterly. “They ruin everything.” Another sip of whiskey burned down his throat. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the rows of liquor bottles behind the counter. He thought to himself. “Nicole deserved better. Better than those two brothers.” Better than anyone carrying that cursed Ryder name. His fingers tightened around the cigarette. “They took everything,” he murmured.

Francine walked into the cozy living room of her family's home, beaming with excitement. Her parents, Zeke and Beatriz, were sitting on the couch, watching the news. Her older brother Royce was sitting on the armchair across from them, scrolling through his phone. Azure, sitting comfortably in a rattan chair. "Hey, guys!" Francine announced, her voice bubbling with happiness. Zeke looked up from the TV, his face breaking into a grin. "Hey, sweetie! How was your day?"

He looked exhausted too but not as bad as his sister. Frank had a buzz cut hair, with espresso dark skin and a heavily built body. Out of the three, he barely had a scratch. "I will be honest with you Frank both of us have no reason to trust each other. I do know that things are going haywire, but we have to be cautious. In the end, the only thing that matters is our family, isn't it?" Frank nodded at that.

“It wasn`t your fault what happened to Manny, he chose to fight to make both of your lives better for his family. All he did was try to provide for his growing family. You’re more than welcome to stay here. I missed having you here with me to confide in and I swear to you I will protect you, the unborn pups, and my nephew and niece as well. I can’t lose you again. It tore me apart the last time thinking I had no family left. I want you to meet my chosen mate and our daughter.” Frank replied, happy to have his sister back. "Clarence, could you bring Ruth and come over here to meet my sister.”I also want you two to meet my niece and nephew.” Frank asked him through their mind link. Excited fo

I know I was being irrational, but I couldn’t help being annoyed at the fact that they’d had Frank’s dead body an easy twelve hours before they informed me that he was dead. “We tried to contact his family first,” he said. “Did you reach anyone?” I asked flatly. He shook his head. “No.” “I’m not surprised,” I said sadly. Frank’s relationship with his family was a unique one. They weren’t estranged, but they weren’t close either. When they found themselves in each other’s company, they were appreciative and cordial, but they never went out of their way to see one another. This behavioral pattern included his parents, who were probably on some cruise ship in Greece or something.

“I—it was… Bryan—” “I don’t get it…” He paused, clearly fighting disbelief. “Ava, if you can’t even name the father, then you should get rid of it. What if your aunt finds out? How… Like… oh, fuck!” he cursed, slamming his hand against the table beside him. “Is everything alright?” a nurse asked as she stepped in. “Miss Ava, are you okay?” she said, looking at me. “Yeah,” I whispered. “How do you feel?”

We ate in stretches of silence broken by small, ordinary questions. “Pass the salt?” “Is this stale?” “Did you sleep at all last night?” It helped. The normalcy. No glowing light, no humming bond, just three people chewing and making faces at each other when the cheese turned out too sharp. Eventually, Ronan pushed his plate away and pulled a small leather-bound book from his belt. He laid it on the table between us. “What’s that?” I asked. “Anchor,” he said. “You two keep using the word. So I made one.”

Whitney offered to move back to her old place for a year to learn childcare skills from other grandmothers. I was thrilled, albeit a little uneasy. And so, Keith and I enjoyed some peace and privacy for a year until our child was born.