Franky Novels & Stories

“All you’ve got to do is decide after a while. But it won’t always be like this. I promise.” We drove another ten minutes before we pulled into the driveway of a massive house, then I saw eyes in the distance. Glowing. Frankie put the car in park and shut it off, turning to me. “When you get out, do not move and don’t let him smell your fear.” I laughed, “What are you talking about?” He smiled, “Wait for me.” He got out of the car, and I watched as the eyes got closer, slowly. I was starting to get scared. I wasn’t at first, not until Frankie said something. I jumped when he opened the door, “Come on, time to meet Maximus. We call him Max, though.”

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Dominic,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

He said, stretching out his hand for a shake. “I know you to keep your words Fabri and you wouldn't start from today to go against your principles” He said, assuring himself more than he did me. “I'm a Man of my words, a Made Man never goes against his principles” I finished and Bruno acknowledged with a nod. “So the bids?” I queried “Five lucky numbers” He grinned, sashaying the entirety of his braces. “16, 20, 38, 46, 100” He finished, nodding his head in affirmation of the numbers he'd only just called

Dante Moretti. Victor’s most ruthless rival. She had heard the name whispered in fearful voices around the estate, but now, seeing him up close, she understood why. He was nothing like Victor. Where Victor’s dominance was controlled and suffocating, Dante exuded something more sinister…. chaotic and cruel. He was tall and lean, his dark suit perfectly fitted, but his presence alone made the room feel smaller. His jet-black hair was slicked back, exposing a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that held a sick kind of amusement.

I'm uncertain if it was going to be something nice or snarky, but before the words could leave my lips, the steel door was pushed open. In walked one of the men I have seen here a few times. He is always crude, eyeing me up as he licks his lips like he can taste me on them. Frankie, I believe, is his name. The smell of a grilled cheese sandwich fills my senses, and almost instantly, my mouth pools with saliva. My stomach grumbles loudly, it's been too long since I was offered a meal and my adrenaline must have drained me dry. My gaze fell to the sandwich he was holding in his hand. Frankie must have sensed how hungry I am, how desperate I am for it. He nods with a smirk on his face, holding

"Babe, are you in for a girl's night? I can call on our friends to cheer you up if you want." "Nah, I will rather be alone." "come on girl! you can't find another man by sucking around, can you?" "I don't want another man, I just want to focus on my career and become big." "Isn't that what we all say after a heartbreak?" "Well, that doesn't make it less true." "Yeah, anything that makes you feel better. anyways, you know Francis right?" "Your on and off boyfriend? yes, I do." "Francis is not my boyfriend but whatever, he wants to meet up tonight at some club.

uncle Fred curses, slapping a broken jar of honey on the trash bin. "I broke the honey jar. Now I'll have to go back to get a new one." he sighs, turning to get his keys. "It's fine, uncle Fred. I can go." Russ says, grabbing his shoulder. "No..no. I got it." "Uncle Fred... It's fine. I still know where the stores are. Besides, you've been up and about all day. Let me get it." he says, smiling. Uncle Fred looks between us and decides to hand over the keys. "Ok, but at least let me give you some cash."

I say, nodding and trying to hide my smirk. “I’m Francis.” One of them says, stepping forward with a warm welcoming smile on his face as he sticks his hand out in my direction. His dark hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled, but his smile is pleasant and his eyes gentle. “You’re the beta?” I guess as he smiles largely.

tipid niyang bati at pinulot ang isang lata ng gatas saka binasa ang label nito. "Alone?" Inikot nito ang mata sa paligid na parang may hinahanap. "Yeah, pero patapos na rin naman ako." Inilagay na niya sa cart ang hawak na gatas at tinalikuran na ang lalaki. "Ako rin, nag-grocery mag-isa." Sumabay na si Mico sa kanya. Naalala niya ang sinabi ni Katarina kaya gusto niyang iwasan ang lalaki sa paraang hindi naman ito mao-offend.

the hall that was so silent that you could hear the ragged breathing and suppressed reactions. “Did you find the culprit?” Alpha Jeoaneus Farkas of the Lycanshire pack from the South East asked. It would be great if this madman would be captured alive for them because there is a big possibility that these men are just starting, the safety of their people is at risk here as long as the culprit is out there.