Imaginary Frankie Novels & Stories

The school bully bullies a female student, then pins the blame on me. I immediately call the police, only for my own mother to give testimony for him instead. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the law or cover for you! What you did was against the law. I'll only have you sent away for a few years to straighten you out." Due to her false testimony, I am thrown into prison for three years. Three years later, my mother looks at me with remorse and says, "I owed the bully's father my life. You've paid off that debt with three years of your life. From now on, we can put everything behind us and live a happy life!" Upon hearing her words, I scoff and throw my lawyer's complaint at her. "No,

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.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Callum Pierce, my childhood friend, sat beside the bed. When he saw me wake up, joy lit up his face. "Stella." My whole body was still shaking violently. It felt as if I could still see those men touching me. Callum immediately held me as I lost control. "It's all right. I've already sent them to prison. "And I had those photos swapped out. Everything taken to the auction was edited fake material."

The smell of old coffee and printer ink hit me the second I stepped inside, and for a moment everything felt familiar again. Becca spotted me immediately and refused to let me hide behind work. She dragged me into her little office with two coffees. “Okay, spill. You’ve been living with an NHL superstar and you haven’t called me once? I need details. Is he as grumpy in real life as he looks on TV? Does he walk around shirtless? Please say yes. I need something good to dream about tonight.”

she drags the back of her hand across her eyes. “I don’t mean to rush you, I mean, I’m sure the leaders will let you stay as long as you want, but I need some information from you.” “You want to know about Marcel.” I almost feel bad for getting right to it, but time is of the essence. Frankie sighs and raises her head to the sky. A small grin spreads across her lips as the clouds pass overhead and the sunlight bathes her skin in a golden glow. “It’s been so long since I’ve stood in the sunlight.”

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.

“I don't have time for your bullshit. Consider this fair warning, the next time I won't be this merciful.” “Be careful, I might just lock your hypocritical ass in jail before you know it.” She just laughed in reply and walked away. What a bitch. I clenched my shaking hand and walked inside, deciding to force myself to sleep. **** “I mean I wasn't expecting to ride into the rainbows with Brad Pitt on a unicorn that had a just married sign on its ass.” We laughed. Frankie continued, “but I wasn't also expecting the night to end with Mimi in danger and one of his worker's numbers in my phone.”