Robot Franky Novels & Stories

It's only a possessed person that'd engage in the madness I've decided to wholeheartedly participate in. “Tie my other arm first, and make sure it's firm.” Franklin asked. I grabbed a stool, and moved it to where he was. I strapped his other hand to the very strong wooden hold that was there. “Grab that silver sword just in case anything happens.” Franklin said, giving up on me leaving. I grabbed the sword, making sure it didn't come in contact with my skin. “Now, answer my questions.” I ordered, and he sighed. “Yeah, I am a Vargr, and yeah, I was born in a royal household.” Franklin said, and the redness in his eyes began to spread slowly. I took that as a hint that he was already getting c

Fiona would start in fall and couldn’t wait. “I’m getting married!” Tanisha squealed and the man smiled. “Congratulations.” Skylar smiled. “To who?” “To Frankie!” She laughed. “Are you Frankie?” Skylar asked the man. He gave a deep laugh. “Yes, ma’am. John Franklin, everyone calls me Frankie.” He was a handsome man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair down to his shoulders and a three-inch goatee. His lips were full, and his nose was broad. They both wore jeans and Harley Davidson T-shirts. Black motorcycle boots covered their feet. He wore a leather vest, and Skylar saw a patch with a wolf on the back. The tattoos on his arm indicated that he had been a mechanic in the army.

“They’d love it here.” Franklin’s lips curved, but the expression did not reach his eyes. “Maybe another time.” He reached for the central control panel mounted discreetly along the wall and pressed a series of buttons, and as he did, the room transformed piece by piece, screens sliding down seamlessly, ambient lighting shifting tones, music filtering softly through hidden speakers, and gaming consoles illuminating in quiet invitation. The place responded to his touch like it recognized him. “You really know how to spend money,” Frederick said thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping across the space with something that looked suspiciously like envy.

Kendrick opened the car door, letting Nathan see the exquisite toy inside. It instantly captured Nathan's attention. He looked at Francis holding him and then at the robot, contemplating. Kendrick smiled upon seeing this. He didn't believe Francis could beat Nathan's favorite toy. Finally making up his mind, Nathan hugged Francis' neck and shook his head. "Daddy, you can leave the toy there. I'll play with it later when I go home." Then, he hugged Francis' neck affectionately, leaving Kendrick and his toy. Kendrick watched in astonishment as the red Ferrari sped away.

He wipes off the gun. “If you pay back my money by the end of this week all will be forgiven. If you don’t, you, your boy, and your friends will be found in the Gotham River.” “I understand. I’ll have your money by the end of the week.” Ricky looks toward the man to his right and signals for him to come closer. The man leans over. Ricky looked straight at Franky. He was saying something to the other man. Frank's heart was beating faster. “Get him out of here and ruff him up a bit.” He whispered.

It was built in a figure 8 shape and looked like what a more modernised robot could look like. Freya got up on her feet and dusted her clothes, then cleared her throat. “Uhm… yes, you did.” “Pardon my manners. I should have alerted you that I was coming.” The robot apologized politely. “It’s fine.” Freya uttered and smiled awkwardly. “I'm Marie and you are?” “I'm Freya and I've come to live here for a short while. I… I was sent here to have a taste of what a real smart home vacation can be.” Freya informed her with a slight smile.

I collapse to my wheelchair and sigh. "I did it. Now I can use this." I smirk. It was a nice remote-controlled model and I could change the speed. Thankfully Vincenzo is super rich. He's in love with me so I have to abuse some privileges before I tell him I can't accept his love. "This thing is amazing, Frankie!" I yell, zooming away. "This is so much fun." I laugh, zooming right past Vincenzo but he pulls my wheelchair causing me to stop. "Why?"

"One of Mr. Stavrakos' creation." Yes, FREDA. The Future Robot Electronic Device Assistant. The A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), so high tech that controlled all the electronic features of the whole mansion. "When the master is here, FREDA is activated. So, I'm going to teach you how to operate her." "Activate Freda," Calliope instructed. "Enter passcode," the Al responded immediately. Calliope gave a number and instructed her to close the door. "Instruction received," a brief pause, followed by a beep, "securing door." Freda said, and the door snapped closed immediately.

“The controller is just—ugh—broken!” Fenrik barked out a laugh, his wolfish grin lighting up the room. “Oh, don’t blame the controller. You’re just slow, little pup.” “Hey!” Ryan shot him a playful glare. “Let’s see if you can beat this boss without me carrying you.” Fenrik’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “I don’t need carrying. Watch and learn.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he maneuvered through the digital battlefield like a predator stalking prey.

The gravel crunches beneath the tyres of the driveway, and as it makes a turn around a beautiful fountain with sculptures of angels and nymphes, I stare up in awe at the facade of the big mansion. The entire drive to my new home, as Ambrosio put it, was quiet and peaceful. I got to sit in the backseat next to him while a driver in a black suit drove us around the city. He had introduced himself as Franky, and he nearly made me giggle as he got into the car with his long legs, looking like a clumsy stork.