Novel & Cerita Imaginary Frankie

"This again? I've told you so many times. Evie and I are just classmates. Our relationship is not as dirty as you think it is. "She was with me while I was waiting for you all day yesterday. The piglet we're raising caught a cold. Go buy some medicine for it. Do that, and I'll pretend nothing happened yesterday." Frankie said all this so casually. He didn't even notice that my eyes were fixed on the hickey on his neck. I couldn't help but let out a sneer. Once the illusion broke, some men were honestly worse than animals. Even though I saw through him, hearing the man I loved for ten years say things like that still made my heart ache.

The streets in Zachary brought back too many memories that I wanted to forget. Even though I’d been high-school royalty, no one truly knew what it was like at home. We crossed the railroad tracks, the houses became poorer, dogs were chained to trees in the front yards and vehicles sat on cement blocks in the driveways. Frankie stood outside on the steps, his elbows rested against his knees and his head hung low. I jumped out, hearing the voices from inside grow louder once I neared. Frankie looked up, his dark eyes—that he got from his father, who was different from mine, both losers, just different losers—zeroed in on me. A smile tugged at his mouth. When he stood, he jerked his head, pushi

Poor kid, hopefully he’ll prove smart enough to crack a window within the next hour, lest he fry in the late-morning heat like a puppy. Bill really means to have a shot of whiskey or two, the early lunch of champions, but he finds his best friend Frank at the bar, loading up. Frank is a homicide dick (emphasis on the word “dick”) who lives with his mother, snorts mountains of coke swiped from the evidence locker, and recites more Bible verses than a street preacher. He’s such a walking contradiction it’s a wonder that he can stride more than a block without vaporizing into thin air, his warring impulses canceling him out of existence like a negative subtracted from a negative. Maybe someday

Funny how she seemed so excited and cheerful just two days ago. She searched for that glow on her face, but saw none. She suddenly felt empty! Before leaving Creek Island, she had thought she had a connection with Franklin Tedson. But seeing and spending a few moments with him, she realized that he was not all that. In fact, she realized she had a wrong perception of him from the onset. Frankie was a bully and she felt bad recalling the way he spoke about his brother without remorse. He literally cared less of how other people felt.

“I’m serious, Lily. I’m not a vampire. I’m a werewolf like you all.” “That’s impossible. You clearly have fangs and you ingested vampire’s venom without getting hurt!” She stared like I had gone crazy. I knew she wouldn’t believe me so easily. I slowly stood up, moved to the door to lock it, then I returned back to her, and I shut my eyes. “Frankie, please. I beg you, show yourself.” I whispered in my head. Frankie was fond of disappointing me, but now, more than anything else, I wanted her to come out to prove to Lily that I’m telling the truth.

Eddie said. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going. It was obvious that this woman was hanging on to her life by a thread and they needed to get her help right away. He couldn’t believe his buddies were standing around ogling her bloodied and disfigured body and talking about balling her. “Fucking shut up, pussy.” Frankie barked as he stepped forward. “Let’s think about this for a minute. Have any of you guys had a woman before?” Paul and Ricky shook their heads. “Well?”