Pokemon Francesca Novels & Stories

Her expression was never tired, but her stamina seemed to increase. "Her anger is her strength..." SRATT An attack managed to injure Frenska's right cheek. "Then, there's no other way. I'll use that technique, even though it might drain my energy even more," Frenska said to herself. Felicia jumped back before darting back with the help of her fire magic. A wicked grin was on her face. “Take this, plant magical girl!!” She seemed confident with the attack she launched to target Frenska's chest. But the Flintberg girl apparently had other plans.

“How are you this morning?” Azra chirped and stared at him. “And I don’t believe we’ve met?” he asked the tall medic who was almost the same height as him. “I-I am 2nd Lt. Patrice Francoise Benette, a Combat Medic...” “Ah, the forth member! May I inquire as to what happened to your face?” he asked once again as they made their way to the kitchens. Benette reddened, though his bruises have somehow healed over night due to the caladrius’ power, there were still faint marks left on his left eye and cheek.

"Don't you see that she's nothing but a kid and she's scared?" "I'm not that ugly!" "She's not just scared of your appearance," Francesca rolled her eyes. "Keep in mind that she's alone in a foreign country and shares a house with a guy almost two meters tall whom she just met. Be kind to her..." "I can't... her efforts to keep me away amuse me enormously," he laughed, mockingly. "While we were dancing, she gave me at least two bruises on my chest from jabbing me with her elbows to keep me from getting too close. And if you knew how she dresses to sleep!"

Besides, Francesca wasn't easy to approach. Yes, compared to other Quirino women, Olivia felt more hesitant to communicate with Francesca. If Olivia could say, Francisca seemed cold and kept her distance. She was hard to approach. Her face didn't have the friendly impression of Ivana and Sara, or the softness of Flavia.

She’s my secret weapon, and once she’s served her purpose, she’ll be as dead as that fucking Alpha Xander. I felt myself slipping back into the darkness, and it seems that Max did as well. I held on as long as I could and saw a blonde shewolf walk into my line of view. “Have you got the vial?” he asked her. “Yes, I’ve got it here.” “Fuck this up, and you won’t live long enough to regret it, Francesca...” “Who the hell is Francesca?” I thought before I was sucked back into the black. *** Alaia POV

Matteo's voice was soft, yet it cracked through the air like a clap of thunder. In an instant, Isabella went white, though she forced herself to smile. "Matteo, what are you saying? Why would I kill Francesca?" "Then allow me to explain." Matteo stalked toward her. "Francesca was the best at close-quarters combat, and even multiple men attacking her at once couldn't get close to her. How was it that someone managed to break her legs before tossing her in the mine? "There can only be one answer, and that is that she was caught off guard and drugged."

The door opened a third time, and Francesca was ready to tell them to go away. But it was her assistant, Joyce, whom her brother insisted she hire. The younger girl stopped and stared around the room. “Oh my God. Who barfed flowers and chocolate everywhere?” She glanced at Francesca at her desk. “I thought you were allergic to flowers.” Francesca sniffed. “I am.” “And I thought you didn’t like chocolate.” “I don’t.” The girl squealed and jumped around.

We all screamed, and she looked startled. "Was it important to us?" she turned toward me. "You bitch!" Vince snarled as he lunged forward, his eyes glowing with malice. "Turns out you aren't the only one who learned a few tricks," she said, weaving her hands in motion, forming a bright circular blue substance and pushing it into Vince’s chest. Vince jerked, a sound tearing out of him as the energy struck his chest. For a beat he resisted, then staggered like a cloth in the wind.

Francesca said and throws a red orb at me, I can’t dodge it and it sends me flying about five meters. “Look I can even hit you without straining myself...” “You’re wrong.” Said with laughing and I appear in front of her and with a spinning kick, I send her flying to the river. “Who was supposed to be the week one? You should have realized that my stamina has increased...And I’m certainly still not so tired that I’ll pass out at your feet.” The goddess comes out of the river totally wet and just seeing her mascara run down I burst out laughing and fall to the floor.

She was scared. "Safeword, Crystal." I reminded, massaging her exposed shoulder and trying to soothe her. She looked at me with a horror-stricken face, then faced forward again. I didn't blame her. Francesca always put on one hell of a show. She was known for her roughness. No Dom could ever compete with her. She was ruthless, and one would think that she was even abusive. But that wasn’t the case. She just gave her all whenever it came to this game. "Crystal?" I was now beginning to worry.