Imaginary Frankie Novels & Stories

he muttered thickly. I stepped closer. He straightened immediately. Good. He remembered. “Talk,” I said. Frankie inhaled slowly through his mouth, calculating now. The drunken sway was gone, replaced by the ruthless man who’d built an empire from scraps and corpses. “Are you aware there’s a bounty on your head,” he said carefully. His words landed like a stone in still water. When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “There’s a ghost, running around, chopping off members of the crew like their weed.” He said breathlessly. “He isn’t just killing then, Ronald. There’s a pattern.”

"am joining you in a few, promise" though unsatisfied, jimmy left. but what was really happening to frank? wait a minute, he was a billionaire too? he didn't look like one and it was indeed a bigger secret. why he was keeping a secret was still a secret but let's worry about what was happening to him. "what's happening to me?" he asked loud exhaling sharply. yes that's what we need to know frank. open up! "hey handsome, you're okay?" a sexy stripper, long blonde gel soaked hair with a bra and a patch on her privates for a panty came by.

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

He called himself a victim, said Maggie lied about everything—the threats, the stalker, all of it. He even shared statements from Peter's family, exposing Maggie for scamming people and wrecking homes for money. Vincent painted himself squeaky clean. Just another guy who got played. And the internet? Flipped overnight. People who had dragged Serena suddenly realized they'd been duped. The hate turned on Maggie—hard. Memes flooded in. People called it a real-life "Farmer and the Snake." Vincent tried to save her, lost his girlfriend, and got branded a jerk.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

Daniel grumbled from behind me when my friend didn’t immediately come to the door. “Yes, I promise,” I assured him. I started to doubt my answer when I realized a man I’d known since I was sixteen, who was a cop as well, had just kidnapped and tried to kill me. But I wouldn’t let that stop me from trusting Franky. He was always a good friend to me, just like Lyle. Finally, he opened the door. Franky was handsome with dark skin, a bright smile, curly black hair, and bright blue eyes. He brought me into a hug as soon as he put his eyes on me. I hugged him back. It was really good to see him.

Lila: Did you ever check the portal for the San Francisco Art Institute? Asher: Busy with the bike. Portals are for wizards, Monroe. He hadn't even applied. Asher didn't have a "three-month plan." He had a "ten-minutes-from-now" plan. He lived in the friction of the present, and the idea of him filling out a FAFSA form was as likely as Sloane Van Doren joining a convent. I stood up, crossing the room to the large, vintage map of the East Coast I’d pinned to the wall. I took a red thumbtack and pushed it into Manhattan. Then, I took a blue one and hovered it over New Haven.

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.

I ran my eyes down his face with a strong jaw and middle hair tucked behind his ears, Fredrick? I thought, how could this be? I must be dreaming. I had to take a breath before refocusing my gaze and when I finally saw who stood in front of me, my body went into shock. My hands scraped against the glass, trying to crawl away from the nightmare in front of me. This was not Fredrick it was his imposter. It was the devil, and he had managed to find me. I remember when I was a little girl, my father would tell me horror stories about animals that lurked in the woods just outside our village, waiting to devour anyone who came out.

I said, pointing at the ruined jet, "that this jet is mine. And for the record, I don't like people shoving their bare feet into my pilot's seat. It makes me sick." "Liar! This jet was a gift from my boyfriend. He's the Carter family's only heir. The Carters—probably too far above you for you to even know the name! You show up here in cabs and now you're so desperate for money you'd stoop to claiming this is yours?" With a cold laugh, she flicked her wrist. The girls at her side instantly shoved me against the fuselage. The crack of her slap echoed in the air. My cheek burned like fire.