Franky Novels & Stories

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

“I'm not a whore.” I snort glaring at him. “No one said you are.” “Paying me for sex insinuates that.” “Just wanna feel how a tomboy tastes like.” “If you don’t need anything else, I will leave.” He is starting to irritate me. “I need something else tomboy.” “I’m Frankie sir. It’s on my tag.” I say showing him the name tag. “I know. I can see that.” Some nerve he has.

He cleared his throat as I placed the drinks and bread he had ordered on the table, my eyes shifting between his face and the items I was setting out. "Thank you," he said with a smile. It was something that rarely happened in this dump, and I was taken aback by his courtesy. "You're welcome," I replied with a smile, feeling excited about where this conversation was heading. As I turned to leave, he called me back. "Excuse me... You're not a Werewolf, are you?" I shook my head and met his bright blue eyes. "I figured. That's why you smell different. I'm Frank, a transferred warrior from a neighboring pack to the Lycan kingdom. What's your name?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at me with inter

he uttered frantically. There is a mischievous smile from Dillon. “Did you take her already, Alpha?” he asked again while traveling from the forest. The picture of Emily earlier flashes in his mind. She is naked in front of him, and she’s just fresh from the bath. ‘Fuck it!’ he cursed inside his head. ‘Why does he have so many fucking questions about that unwanted and useless stray?’ Drake thought annoyingly. “Shut up, Dillon. It’s for me to know and not for you to find out,” he answered coldly.

My real reason was Frankie, I wanted to see if he found his mate. Frankie is the Alpha's son, he's 6 foot 4 with broad shoulders and muscles for days. His brown, almost black hair hung to his shoulders and his eyes were so blue it was like staring into the sky on a sunny afternoon. Not that he'd ever notice me, my dark blonde hair and brown eyes were ordinary at best. I was short and barely a B cup, I did have a little junk in the trunk though. That didn’t stop me from praying to the Moon Goddess that Frankie wouldn’t find his mate tonight and maybe she'd save him for me.

Franklin Sterling POV "My fangs are going to rip your throat out if your mouth spreads one more fake rumor about my friend, Matron!" Fanny barks, stepping his heavy boots directly between my body and Yvette Actonward’s snarling face. Yvette glares at me like I am a piece of moldy forest trash, her scent turning completely sour with disbelief. "This rustic wildland boy cannot possibly hold a true bond with the master designers of the high citadel! Master Fanny, your tracker nose must be completely broken today! Your eyes are mistaking this country stray for another warrior named klinton, and Franklin is just playing along with your stupid blunder to steal your respect!"

DAMIEN “We have to hit Yorkville on First Avenue. That old geezer in there did not pay last month’s kickback. He owes a thousand. Drake, you have Park Avenue, The Franklin Hotel. The owner’s name is Franco. He already paid. Just collect the invoice from him.”

I flashed a warm smile and held out my hand; Dante took it in his hard, calloused one before I walked away with Howard. * * * * * * * * DANTE "How was your date?" Frankie asked me the moment I stepped into my living room. Frankie sat cross-legged, watching cartoons and holding a bowl of popcorn. "What the fuck!" I snapped at him. "Why are you here?" "I'm asking the questions here, young man." Frankie winked. "Is it too late for you to go back to your old firm?" I asked him, and Frankie had quit his job to come work for me as consigliere.