Monster High Frankie Stein Boyfriend Novels & Stories

He grunts while finishing his set. “Nah, I don’t think we’ll be coming. It’s Celine’s prom this Saturday. Did I tell you she found her mate?” I ask and continue with the push-ups. “No way, isn’t she like 14 or something?” Franklin shouts. “She will be 17 soon, and yes. It’s this Thor-look-a-like from our neighboring pack” I explain. “Is he a decent guy?” Franklin asks and moves over to do some bicep curls.

I ask raising my brows at him. “I’m here to see my girl.” He leans towards me and kisses my forehead. “I should give my guards strict orders not to let you into the building.” Abel says with a smirk. These two are best friends. “It’s almost lunch time bro. I needed to see my girl.” “Hey?” he greets Sera who gives him a smile. “Hi!” “This is Sera. Frankie’s best friend.” Abel introduces them. “This is my friend, who is an ass. He is Frankie’s boyfriend.” Abel says making us laugh.

she cried so hard she couldn't breathe. Cassie let go of the table, folding in on herself, her glasses tumbling off her face as she sobbed. The blonde pounded her fists against the concrete floor, begging, pleading that God would listen. Just listen and let this not be true. Outside in the hall, Francis Boswell stood staring at the tile floor. He had heard what had happened and rushed down. For a while, he and Oliver just stood in silence, holding hands. William had been a good friend to him, almost like a son over time. Cassie, too, had become like a daughter to him and Oliver. Francis understood Cassie needed to be alone with the one she loved, so he didn't object when Oliver told him to w

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

What an unprofessional actor. Ariana, aren't you coming in?" Cassy, one of my ex-college friends, asked me. She was present during the class reunion and scanned me from head to toe, asking in a mocking tone, "Where is your boyfriend?" I put on a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes and said casually, "He's on his way; traffic held him down. I'll see you inside." Cassy gave me a mocking smile before tossing her hair and walking in, leaving a "don't make us wait long to meet your mysterious boyfriend."

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

It couldn’t be. I had to be wrong. There were a lot of men in New York, a lot of scars… The phone slipped from my grasp, landing softly on the rug. I stared at it, my heart about to explode. This couldn’t be real. Maya was my best friend. Luciano was my fiancé. They couldn't stand each other. Maya thought Luciano was too dangerous for me. Luciano thought Maya was a bad influence… I practically had to chain them to their chairs just to get through one dinner. It only happened once.

"Please. My bestie's dating a literal wolf daddy, her grandma's been howling at the moon, and the hot, broody barista might bite me. I am thriving. This is my villain origin story." Christopher muttered, "You're not the villain, Debby." He was clearly upset about her barista joke. Nobody would be biting her other than him. "Let me dream!" she shouted. Tasha laughed so hard she nearly dropped her clutch. "You're impossible." "And you're dating a werewolf," Debby shot back, winking. "So who's really winning?" "Let's just go pack our stuff," Tasha grabbed her cousin and headed inside with Chris trailing behind them.