Pokemon Francesca Novels & Stories

COPYRIGHT 2020 A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL. FRENCH ROSE. Written from Christina King’s point of view. Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.

Francesca calmly replied. "You're right. My legitimately isn't something I can control. However, the way my life turns out is something I can control. That's why I would do anything to drag myself from the depths of hell and seat among you proud children of heaven. I do depend on their pity but that pity ran out a long time ago. Now, I have their respect and love. I can make silly jokes and play silly games with them. We can make ridiculous bets and we can go everywhere together without shame. And I can tell them exactly how I feel. We can argue, fight and still get back together. Do you think just pity can foster such a relationship? Or do you think it's fear?"

he said as he gave me a slap on the back style hug that we had perfected in our teen years. “I’m guessing you’re here to see Franny?” He said the words with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “If she hears you calling her that,” I said with a responding smile and a slight shake of my head. Enzo always knew how to rile her up. “She’ll do nothing,” a firm, prim voice from the end of the hall called out and I looked up to see Francesca walking toward me, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, the curls falling over her shoulders and down her back. She was dressed in a tight pair of black pants and a grey blouse. She had always been beautiful, but her beauty did little for me. Her eye

With a sigh, she forcefully turned Tamara around and began to help the woman out of her own clothes. Francesca’s brows raised as she saw the unmarred skin on Tamara. The woman didn’t have one enlarged pore or spot. It was unreal. “What?” Tamara asked as she raised her eyes to Franscesca and saw the way the other woman was staring at her weirdly. “Nothing. Get into the shower,” Francesca countered with a hiss as she pushed a naked Tamara into the shower and turned the knob for water. As the sounds of water washed away the smell and dirt on Tamara, Franscesca bent down to pick up the woman’s clothes when Tamara’s phone that was stuffed in the pocket of her pants began to ring.

She was beauty, power, and danger, perfectly intertwined. Francesca’s gaze swept over Amara with chilling precision. It wasn't just curiosity; it was immediate, instinctive rivalry. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, assessed Amara from head to toe, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, then settling on her face, recognizing the familial resemblance to Isabella. A flicker of something cold and calculating crossed Francesca’s features before she plastered on a dazzling, yet utterly insincere, smile. "Amara, this is Francesca Romano," Dante stated, his voice devoid of emotion, introducing them. "Francesca, this is Amara Voss."

If I didn't hear wrong, I could swear a low growl came out from her as well, making my eyebrows raise. "I'm a useless omega! What good would I be to you to harm me this way?" Her voice trembled. "Hahahaha. You've been deceived, poor girl." "My name is Francesca!" Slap! Her face turned in the direction my slap gave her, and then came silence. "You are not to talk back to me, you insect." I clapped my hands in the air, and one of my servants came in with my custom robe and wore it on me while she shot daggers at me with her blue eyes but was powerless to do anything more than that.

Two of them, I guessed, were a married couple, but I couldn't help but stare at the woman who looked at Lazarus' hand resting on my waist. It was indeed Francesca Vicedo Costales. She was wearing a type of dress I couldn't afford—a fine, fitted, white long-sleeved dress. She looked conservative, her straight hair pulled back in a ponytail. Like me, she also wore black high heels. It was clear she had applied light makeup to her face. Her skin was fair and smooth, which was emphasized by her attire. Her pink lips glistened, and her alluring eyes seemed hypnotic. She also appeared to be assertive at first glance.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

[ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :

I closed my eyes. And that was my last memory before I lose my consciousness. ~~~~ I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a forest. "Seraphina of Fiery Land, the hope of the elements." Greeted by a woman who is clothed with a warrior's clothing with red fur around her waist, right arm, and left thigh. "Who are you?" I asked the woman, she didn't answer, instead, I was given a deathly stare.