Franky Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

I stood up, and we shook hands and hugged before he settled down on the opposite side of the chair “You look shit ass tired,” Frank said with a little chuckle as he reviewed me, accessing the level of tiredness I've known Franklin forever, with his tall frame and the moles on his face and the tattoos that are everywhere on his body, and the way he wears his long hair Franklin is someone I've worked with all through the process of developing my company, and he has basically been my best friend He is really tall and while I might not be the lady's man, Frank is the opposite.

Rocky asked "I'm not asking her out to be my girlfriend or something,,just to have fun and,,all that" Frankie said "Oh" "Wait,are you talking about Winter Noona?" Jerry asked and Frankie nodded "Honestly I don't know" Trent spoke up "What about you?" Frankie faced Rocky and he grinned "What will I get In return?" Rocky asked "What do you want?" Frankie asked "You" Rocky winked "Eww!!!" Jerry and Trent groaned making a disgusting face "What do you mean by me?? You want me to kiss you or something?" Frankie asked moving closer

“We have a job opening. I am an exceptionally good judge of character, and believe you will be the perfect fit for the role.” He steps closer, towering over me now, energy flowing off him in waves. “We aren’t trying to trick you, Frankie.” I open my mouth. I close it. The way my name sounds in this mans mouth is criminal, and totally unfair to me. Something strange is happening here. I don’t know what or why. But I can’t make myself say no. Shit. “In or out Frankfurter?” Jax chimes in with a new nickname, bouncing on the balls of his feet, willing me on.

“Hey, Frankie! Come over here.” My mouth went dry as the man got up and walked toward us. Frankie was in his forties but looked careworn. Leathery skin covered his thin frame, but his arms were still leanly muscled. The fleur-de-lis he must have bought from Josephine was on a cord around his neck. He looked at me warily as he took the stool beside me. He was covered in scars, and one eye was milky from an injury. “Just so you know,” Frankie said in a gruff voice, “I’m only here because Oscar vouched for you.”

These would drive anyone insane on sight, not to mention when they were used on skin! “Frankie ‘Fasthands’ Morello,” Gaya said at last, her voice smooth and elegant, almost amused. “I’ve heard of you. Fastest hands in the west. But funny… you’re not so fast with your mouth.” Frankie’s breath hitched. “I told you—I don’t know—”

She struggles with the T’s. James buts in now, all dark hair and dazzling blue eyes. “’You reckon he’s off fucking Ernie right now?” They laugh. I laugh with them. I’ve got to. My pride is at stake. “Shut it, wanker, you wouldn’t know if you’re on foot or horseback.” James doesn’t take kindly to this. His charming bright smile falls. Suddenly, he’s glaring at me. He doesn’t mean it. He never does.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes