Franky Novels & Stories

"Precisely Mr. Frantino. If I were to be your personal assistant should I not be aware about your personal life?" Enzo's professional stance sharply contrasted with where he intended to take this conversation. Frantino corporation was one of the most promising industry in the world. He was lucky to earn the seat in front of the man himself. He had spent weeks if not months to glean every bit of information about Mr. Donavan Frantino to earn his trust. He already had an advantage of being Italian, now all he had to do, was prove his worth. "What do you know about my personal life Enzo?"

“That’s what all this is about? You stopped traveling the world and came to visit your big brother in San Francisco because you were lonely?” “Fuck you, Enzo,” Alexei complained, even as he laughed too. “You’re such an asshole. You use everything I tell you against me.” “If you need a woman, then get one,” Enzo said. “Put that on a goddamned dating profile: ‘Lonely billionaire seeks woman to travel with.’ You’ll have to hire your own personal security team to keep them off of you.” “I don’t think of myself as a billionaire.” “But you are,” Enzo said. “VI Tech belongs to both of us. I’ve already told you. Now order your fucking crepes and stop sulking around here. I don't have time for this.

Frank knocked on the apartment door exactly twenty minutes later. Mira’s heart hammered as Kate opened it with a bright, slightly tipsy smile. Frank was thirty, tall and broad-shouldered from years of gym habits that hadn’t faded after graduation. He had short dark hair, a strong jaw, and an easy confidence that made both girls weak. He wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the impressive outline of his cock even when soft.

he said politely, his mind still reeling. “Please, don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old. Frankie’s my name.” “Was she lying?” he demanded. Frankie sighed and shook her head, her tight curls barely even bouncing with the movement. “I wish I could say the little cow was spreading lies, but unfortunately it’s true.” “She’s homeless,” he whispered. “Why didn’t she tell me? I could have helped her.”

Fiona would start in fall and couldn’t wait. “I’m getting married!” Tanisha squealed and the man smiled. “Congratulations.” Skylar smiled. “To who?” “To Frankie!” She laughed. “Are you Frankie?” Skylar asked the man. He gave a deep laugh. “Yes, ma’am. John Franklin, everyone calls me Frankie.” He was a handsome man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair down to his shoulders and a three-inch goatee. His lips were full, and his nose was broad. They both wore jeans and Harley Davidson T-shirts. Black motorcycle boots covered their feet. He wore a leather vest, and Skylar saw a patch with a wolf on the back. The tattoos on his arm indicated that he had been a mechanic in the army.

Harper instinctively clenched her fists, uncomfortable with his sudden proximity. The bodyguards stepped forward, but he stopped them. “Do you guys have no sense of protecting a lady? So crude!” The bodyguards retreated at his words. He squinted his sharp, fox-like eyes and extended a hand. “Hello, let’s get acquainted. I’m Franky Vale.” Harper frowned, having no intention of shaking his hand. She turned to leave. The man blocked her path, leaning down as if to press against her chest. Instinctively, Harper slapped him.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

He flexes his fingers by his sides. “Fuck,”he mutters. A moment later, the boy half runs, half stumbles through the gate and some of the tension in the alpha’s expression softens. John’s coppery hair is plastered to his forehead and he’s clasping the hand of a brunette girl around his age. She’s wearing the uniform of the kitchen maids, and has an angry scar across her cheek. My eyes narrow in distaste at the brand on her neck—one of Marius’s ways of identifying the Wolves he has working for him in the castle.

Kiran said. “I don’t think Malachi gets it,” I said honestly. “Malachi gets it. He’s been there himself with Franklin,” he said. “Alexander killed him,” I said. I had those memories as well. “Essentially yes, but Franklin also abused Malachi. I guess that’s why he’s so composed all the time. He worked hard to be like that, but when he snaps, it’s chaos. He gets why you want Peter dead though,” Kiran said.

Silence falls between us for a moment, and then a mischievous thought strikes me. "I think I’m going to name you," I say casually. There’s an immediate pause, then a wary, "What?" I grin wickedly. "Yeah, something... fitting. Something to match your delightful personality." I tap my chin, pretending to think hard. "How about... Fluffy?" "Don’t you dare," my wolf snaps, an edge of panic in her voice. I bite back a laugh. "Or... Snuggles?" "Piper, I swear—" "Ooh! I’ve got it. Furry McSnugglebutt!"