Imaginary Frankie Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she went to the kitchen she was pleasantly surprised to see two Frankies on a plate. A genuine smile spread across her face as she read the note kept under the plate. Your Highness, Honor my Frankies by giving them a chance to satisfy your hunger. Waiting eagerly for appraisal, Yours Frankiliciously, Sam. She sat down with the plate at the table and took the first bite. It was so delicious just like the ones Uncle Roy made. She bit her lip and placed the rest of the Frankie back on the plate. She clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes tightly. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again.

That was definitely not the distraction I needed. He gave a small smile before letting himself in and taking the seat in front of me. “Did you have a fun night?” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you enjoy having a big mouth?” His eyes slightly widened as confusion filled his face. “You told Gerald about the drinks we were getting and about Damian, who happens to be nothing more than a friend and a business partner,” I said through gritted teeth. Frankie shifted where he sat. “He wanted to talk to you, and when he couldn't reach you, he asked me if I knew where you were. I couldn't lie.” He held my gaze, searching for something. “Or was I supposed to lie?”

DANTE Staring at the quarterly projections across my computer screen, I'd come to one conclusion. "I'm losing money," I muttered under my breath. Rubbing the fatigue in my eyes, I let out a small yawn. There was no room in my schedule for rest. I had bribes to pay off officials, paychecks to soldados, and my inner circle crew. Speaking of crew... Frankie barged into the office, holding a single Starbucks coffee and a paper bag.

Bridge, Layla, and I were in pain from laughing so hard at them trying to mimic whatever their phrase was. Frankie stood in front of us wiggling his body like a fish. Elijah and the others were calling out words like .. fish.. wiggle … gone fishing … worm.. and bait. Frankie rolled his eyes and moved to the next word. This time he started jumping around like a rabbit. Then the guys yelled … frog…. Uhh rabbit! … oh oh your a whale! … no he’s a cat right? …. Frankie got frustrated. “No mother fuckers! I am hopping. This ….” He started doing his weird wiggling move again .. “is a bell. It’s a bell ringing… this .. is HOPPING. Bell. Hop. Bellhop. Get it??”

He gave a brief exposure of the structural running of their nocturnal 419 affairs. “Number two. I want you to give me all the real names of your accomplices and their alias. All these in order of standing and acting. Beginning from you.” Franck made his second mind known to him. Without any form of resistance or second thought, he started unmasking his accomplices. “I am Mbah Franklin known as Spiritus. There`s Emeka Lovett alias Moister, the guy who ruined his beloved auntie from her life savings. So as to bounce like a strong man business with the wife.

But when I opened the door, that hope shattered immediately. Frank. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual cocky smirk, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. His dark hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hand through it. “Evening, Glasses,” he said casually, his voice low and teasing. “You weren’t asleep, were you?” I blinked at him. “Frank, what are you doing here? It's late.” “I couldn’t sleep,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, I figured my fake girlfriend might need some company after today’s chaos.”

Two submachine guns sprayed everyone in the room until they were all dead and he took a stab at everyone, not a single one, including a minor distant relative of the Stanage family. Frankie was in the cellar that day helping to choose wine and escaped with his life. He peed when he saw two dozen dead bodies all over the restaurant. For the first time in his life, he knew that he could be afraid. He left Brooklyn that night, but he dared not flee New York.

Frank nodded “Now that everyone is together, what did you want to achieve? I mean Tanya and Bianca are now pregnant don’t you think this house will be hot and very hot blodded these days?” “You just watch. I need some real life drama, its been long since this house has been dead if everyone is in one place, to make their lives miserable will not be hard will it?” She laughed again. Frank put on his mask again and became Charles Griffin again then he laughed and make a fake bow to her, “Then the father of the house shall get going” They both laughed and he was about to leave when Mrs Linda remember something. "Oh yes Frank" He turned back, "Yes madam?"