Loving Frank Book Novels & Stories

I thought that Logan would be the one to take me out of my ordinary routine but I was wrong. Ellie was at my house already when I arrive home. She was waiting for me in her car and she got out at the same time I did. She pulled me into a tight hug and then grabbed a bag and a bottle of wine from her car. We sat on my couch in silence. “You know everything is going to be okay right. Logan will most likely get a plea deal and not have to serve anytime” “It doesn’t matter I fell in love with a felon and nothing will change that” I say starting to cry damn him why did he have to do this?

April continued what she was doing and silence ensued for a minute before she spoke. "Don't like my brother, you will end up getting heartbroken," April said. "That's the same thing I wanted to say to you," Carlene said and April's head whipped up. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You know What I mean, April. I'm not blind or clueless, I pick up on things faster than you think," Carlene replied. "Then you should know that I don't just like him, I'm in love with him and I'm not ashamed of it," April confessed with full confidence.

How was he able to leave, so carefree and nonchalant? "Frank, I have a question." "What is it?" Vicky bit her lip for a moment and asked, "Are you rejecting me because you are in love with Helen Lane, or because I simply don't interest you?" Frank stopped and took a deep breath before replying, "Neither. My enemies are not some measly rich family—they are beings you can't even imagine. I won't marry Helen again even if she asks, let alone get involved with another woman. And that's my way to protect all of you."

I gave him a weak smile as he reluctantly let go of my hand. "Jane?" "Yeah?" It fekt so good to hear him say my name again. "I love you." He said the words like they were delicate glass that would shatter if he let go anytime soon. "I love you too." I said, meaning every single bit of that word. * Frank pov

Reo only felt annoyed with Jack, so the images of his kind behavior towards Jack were always in his mind. "Jack, it's true what romantic male characters say in romance novels. Missing is heavy. Very, very hard. I miss you, Jack. I wanted to meet you, but... I'm afraid. I'm embarrassed. I don't want you to feel disgusted, because make friends with someone like me." Reo gave a forced smile. "Gay man who openly confesses in front of a man he loves, even though I know ... that Jack is a normal man, not an abnormal like me."

He's okay, but… well, he lost most of his dick," the poor woman conveyed. Penny paled. Frank, having heard the call, snickered as he crawled in between her spread legs on the hotel bed, diving between them. His tongue lapped at her folds greedily, circling her clit roughly, fingers plunging inside her thoroughly used cunt. Penny's concern faded into lust as her daddy ate her out hungrily, sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole. "I'll be right over," Penny said shakily, hanging up and glaring down at Frank. "I love Jack. It doesn't matter. You promised, daddy," she said, trying to leave with her pride intact. Had she been with Jack last night, none of this would have happened. Frank grabbe

Together, safe and warm and peaceful. And I realized, Frank wasn’t just a good boyfriend. He was the kind of boy that shows up in stories and those novels that kept me up at three am wondering what Chapter the main leads would kiss for the first time. The kind who plans a picnic on a cliff. The kind who listens, even when it hurts. The kind who stays. That thought crept up on me slowly at first, like a gentle nudge, and then all at once, it crashed over me like a wave.

“I know he was your first crush. Your first fantasy. Your first heartbreak.” I looked away, ashamed. “But I’m not him,” Frank continued. “And I’m not asking to replace him.” My eyes stung. “Then what are you asking for?” He exhaled slowly, staring at the windshield. “A chance,” he said. “Just one damn chance to show you what it feels like to be loved the right way.” The words hit me like a wave, knocking the breath out of me. Loved. Frank Santiago. Saying the word love.

The refrigerator was always stocked with the milk I loved and the soda Derrick liked, while my father himself drank nothing but plain water. What hurt the most was the toolbox in the corner. It was filled with every worn-out tool my father had used while hauling freight. To help Derrick repay his debts and make sure I could marry happily, my father had even refused to buy himself a new set of tools. If he had been willing to spend the money, maybe the accident would never have happened. Like a madwoman, I tore apart every photograph that included Derrick and smashed the ridiculous glass display case. However, when my eyes landed on the newest photo hanging on the wall, my anguished screaming

I hesitated, “or Franks.” “Don’t start.” “Frank loves you, always has. Give him a chance.” “Frank is like a brother, an annoying brother,” she smiled. “I don’t love him. I love you.” This time I sighed. Frank had a crush on Linda since we were kids, and wanted to be with her, but she had never been interested, despite my efforts to play matchmaker. I had seen how hurt he had been when Linda had been in my arms. “Look, Lindy, you see Frank as a brother, I see you as a sister.”