Franky Novels & Stories

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

The bartender grinned. Yeah I am. The guy nodded. Am Rico. The bartender stretched his hand. Am Frank. The guy shook his hand. Frankie... Can I call you Frankie. The bartender Chuckled lightly. Friends call me that. Frank chuckled too. Where's your girlfriend? That beautiful girl you brought that day. The bartender smiled. Ohh.. her name is Olive and she wasn't and isn't my girlfriend. Am currently looking for her tho. Frank said as he gulped down the remaining drink on his glass.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

He winked at me and I knew that it was pizzo - protection money. Like me, Franky was an associate of the Milano family. But unlike me, he was working hard to become a soldier, and that meant doing the dirty work whenever needed. Shaking down a bakery for pizzo was nothing to him. With a sigh, I walked down the alley with him, listening to him chatter along. “Franky,” I said, halting in the middle of the road. He turned around, looking a bit confused at my sudden stop. “What's up, Kat? Are you not feeling well?”

"That's pointless, as you've defeated me so soundly, but I don't understand. Why stay in a place like this when you're that strong?" Hana laughed before Frank could answer. "You've misunderstood—he's not staying here. In fact, he's showing off and basically doing the same thing you are." "The same thing I am?" Hana nodded. "You're a hero of justice, no? That's what he is too!" "You have my respect, sir!" The freak bowed his head at Frank. "You're exaggerating. So, do you have a name?" "I'm Zark Chomsky of Spiritron School!"

“Do I look like I am fucking okay to you?” The waiter’s eyes widened and he immediately took a step back, “Can I help...” “Fuck off.” Franky pushed the waiter to the side and walked to Tony. “Tony get up!” Franky called out as he tapped Tony with his boots. “Tony get up! “Franky called out again. Franky crouched next to Tony and slapped him repeatedly against the cheek. “Wake up!” Franky frowned when he saw Tony still out cold. Franky grabbed the jug of water that stood on a nearby table and threw it ov

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

"I'm Franko Marsden!" "Your name's Wanker? Like… Wanking?" Severin could not help but chuckle as he said, "That is one hilarious name. I have no idea why your father decided to name you Wanker! Haha!" "It's not Wanker! It's Franko. F-R-A-N-K-O." Franko cursed and said to Severin, "My name should send chills down your spine! You should kneel, apologize, and offer me all your women. Who knows, I might be kind enough to break one of your legs instead of killing you!"

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.