I Am Frankie Tv Show Novels & Stories

Frankie knows I would only call if I needed help; that’s why she sounds so worried. Frankie is a member of Silver Paw, the Gamma’s daughter. We met officially a few weeks ago, which is crazy when we’ve both lived here our whole lives. She befriended me, even though I didn’t understand why; no one had ever wanted to be my friend before. Frankie seemed to have a gift for knowing when something was wrong, and she got me to open up easily. She gave me the phone last week after I confided in Frankie that I needed to get my mum and sister away from here. Frankie wanted to take me straight to Lorcan and Gianna and have me tell them everything.

Her smile fell and she looked over towards Frankie. Frankie was standing up and his dark blue eyes started to glow. "Tara.” He growled, shaking his head. “Naughty, little whore.” “Fuck.” She cursed before dropping the controller and bolting towards the door. It felt like I was watching a movie. Everything seemed to slow down, except for Frankie. He shot after Tara, grinning like a madman as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Hauling her against his body. “Put me down, you motherfucker.” She snarled, lashing out at him with her elbow.

Paul declared, in a fatherly tone. “As you wish,” I noted. My friendship with Paul wasn’t going too well, and Saturday was starting to make me feel really uneasy. Jane was waiting for me outside the locker room. Brian was just introducing Frankie when I arrived. We headed home. “We’re going to the movies together, did you hear?” Frankie asked excitedly once we were in the car. Frankie was a bit scatterbrained and often spoke before thinking. He was born with a condition and went to a special school as a kid, but he’d since caught up—only the impulsiveness remained.

She relaxed into my arms, resting her head against my chest. “You two look so comfy. Would you like me to get you something to eat?” Adam asked. I smiled at him and turned to Lizzy to ask her what she wanted, but as I did so I noticed something in my peripheral vision. Frankie had walked into the canteen and he was staring in our direction. One of his friends was trying to pull him away but he was so angry that he just kept staring at Lizzy and me. “Some Omegas are such whores, they will screw anyone for a chance at a better position in the pack,” He growled.