Imaginary Frankie Novels & Stories

The only annoying thing was his time frame. Frankie made no care to put her back into her original position. It was great fun for him, especially with the photos he had been collecting of Jamie's wife. In the meantime, Jamie was walking around the office like he ran the place. Frankie didn't care how smug his rival looked because he knew who was really winning.

In addition to his hobby of consuming methamphetamine, Alex also liked alcoholic beverages. “Why is Arini's face on my mind all the time?” said Alex unexpectedly. He also wondered, since returning from the hospital why it was Arini's face that kept appearing in his eyes. Is it because the girl dared to refute his words? Isn't she afraid to challenge him? “It could be like that.” Alex said while rubbing his chin that wasn't pointed. “Not bad in appearance. No wonder Reyhan is such a bad pimp.” He laughed. “But it's silly not to want to hear what I have to say about Mr. Richard.” he laughed.

, and it was he who picked up the bodies from the Kings County morgue and the Pilgrim State "shrink," making himself indispensable. Uncle Frankie was always up to something shady, which made him even more important at the funeral home. Frankie could get you anything you needed, anything at all. Pots and pans, rolls of cloth, appliances. When the miraculous phenomenon of television was still just a rumor in Lower East Side homes, Frankie got one of the first models, an RCA with a tiny round screen built into a huge console. Ida was so thrilled with the acquisition that she invited a slew of family and friends into the living room and conferred on her visitors the rare privilege of sitting on

He roamed his eyes towards Oliver’s disheveled look, a small mocking smile forming on his lips. “You look…..ravishing. The high and mighty smart beta was outsmarted by the likes of me, but... After all, I am so intelligent that I fooled you, even the strong and powerful Alpha Lester Fangs was helpless while he lied on his deathbed, awake, but never moving or saying anything.” his dark eyes narrowed as he had the urge to pull the man and smack his head on the ground if it wasn’t for the silver railings. Since when did they have this inside the pack’s territory?

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.

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.

Charles freaking Brown! The man was a master of disguise. Handsome, charming as hell, with that stupid, easy smile that could convince anyone he was the nicest guy in the room. And maybe I fell for it because I was young and stupid, too in love with the idea of him to see what was really going on. But now I knew better. Oh, I knew a lot better.

I roll my eyes. "That's what you are, aren't you? Or do you prefer I call you a twink?" Frances barks. "I bet you and your butt buddy Felix have lots of fun over the weekends, don't you? That's why you don't come to parties, right?" Francis grins. "I am not gay, Francis. And you're being unnecessarily offensive right now, calling him names is not necessary," Felix comes to my defense and I wish he hadn't because I don't want him to be under Francis's radar.

This buzz only stirred the rumour mill even more. Frankie watched the chaos of broken telephone take hold. There was no stopping this train of exaggerated versions of the tales from working its way through the pack. Typically, she stayed away from drama like this, but Dark Frankie was enjoying it. Not because it was terrifying the innocent, but because it was planting seeds of fear, panic and mistrust in the group she was targeting. Frankie was a warrior. She had always been this way since she was old enough to walk. She had always wanted to make her parents proud, and to do that, she had to be strong.

“But that thing definitely needs a trim. You look like a sailor who’s been shipwrecked on a deserted island for three years. And not in the Tom Hanks way.” Frankie caressed his beard lovingly. It really did need a trim and Mia had been trying to get that through to him for months, but Frankie had stood fast against the peer pressure. He was proud of the scraggly bits of hair he’d managed to grow and he wasn’t going to let them get shaved off without a fight. “Give the guy a break,” Darius said, not looking up from his phone. “He’s probably hiding something under there that he doesn’t want the world to see.”