Pokemon Francesca Novels & Stories

I couldn’t lose sight of that. *** Francesca’s POV I was dressed for battle. Well, figuratively. I was clad in camouflage pants and a sleeveless shirt, hands sheathed in leather gloves. I was ready for my first training session in the Crescent Sangria Pack. We were out in the open, under a canopy of tall trees that shielded the harsh rays of the sun from us. We were all dressed similarly, in clothes that we could move around easily. My hair was tied up in a ponytail and I tugged on it slightly to check that the grip was secure. Patrick was talking to a brunette who was petite and had an infectious laugh. The boy doesn’t waste any time, does he? We’d barely arrived and he was already turning

Francesco was shocked. "Hmph!" Chase grunted coldly. He did not bother to explain anything. He leaped like a tiger going for its prey as he aimed an attack at Francesco. "Ahhhh! Don't kill me! I admit defeat! I lost! I was wrong!" Francesco yelled in a panic as sweat dripped from his head. He had never met anyone so powerful. His hand was maimed with just one punch from Chase! He did not want to die!

Francesca was even more devastated and screamed back, "What right do you have to blame me? I wouldn't be in this mess if you weren't jealous of Raphael! I wouldn't be stuck like this if you hadn't planned to frame him! Compensate me! I want 100 grand— No, one million! Give it to me!" James's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "Money, my ass! I'll kill you!" Then, he pounced, his hands wrapping around her throat. Francesca had grown up in the countryside. She might be skinny, but she packed a punch. So, she immediately fought back, grappling with James.

Her face red with anger. I stood glued to the spot as I watched her grab a whip and pulling it from the wall. Who still whipped other people in this day and age? Apparently, Madame Francesca did. I wonder how much will it hurt? “Turn around. Take off your panties and lift your skirt. Do as I say…and no one else gets hurt, ok?” Madame Francesca said mockingly.

The whole stadium is waiting for Lauren to send out his next pokemon as they wait in anticipation, Lauren looks at Assunta who is also waiting in anticipation for her opponent's next move. Lauren "Since you have come all the way to the finals, I will honor you to face my first ever pokemon" Assunta 'His first pokemon? is he talking about Venusaur, no he is referring to some other pokemon, is it Charizard or Blastoise, what could it be'

I was about to say sorry to dissolve the fight but I think this bitch before me doesn't deserve it. "Hey, it wasn't on purpose, stop barking" I said while I pulled Lisa to go away from there but that girl grabbed my hair and pulled me. "So you think? I had this dress exclusively designed for me by the Voora house of fashions, just for you to spill wine on it? Huh, bloody beggar" Jessica put her hands on her hips as she sarcastically insulted me, calling me a beggar. "It's just a cloth around wrapped around your good for nothing body, just don't blurt whatever you please" Lisa retorted as she freed my hair from her grip.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

I was getting ready to ensure that they left that very moment but what Brice said shocked me. “Maybe they mean something to the Drake's pack. Why don't we communicate with them and tell them that we have their prisoners, see how they'll react. Maybe we may demand that they leave the war in order for us to release the ladies." Eric had gone silent for a while and when he spoke he had some energy in him. “What do the ladies look like?" He asked and Brice described them. I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face.

"Okay fine, I have a huge crush on him" "Wow" "I'm not talking about it. Now let's go find a seat already" She said. "Okay ma'am" I said, trying not to laugh. "Hey Bella" That was Peter's voice and I was just wondering why he wasn't with his friends. "You wanna get her something again?" Francisca said jokingly. "No, Tall girl" Peter said sacastically. Oh I forgot to tell you, Francisca is a short girl. Not a dwarf though but she is of average height and a bit thick. I'm taller than her that I can see the centre of her head.