Shark Tale Frankie Death Novels & Stories

“I agreed to it too… he’s been dead for a while… I didn’t think anything would go wrong and then… When Jackie went close, he instantly got up and held her hostage. She said not to care about her… and to kill him by any means.” He sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair irritably. “We tried to save her, but when we just about got her safe, she was already severely wounded. Shane bought us some time and he died in the process. When he attacked, she said we can’t let him go. He was fast and he vowed we were all dead, that he knew where the pack was. That’s when she tried to sedate him, she refused to sit back…” His voice cracked and he refused to continue. The pain inside was far too

he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, dangling the glass between his legs. Frankie was quiet and Finn could feel the other man’s eyes on him. Frankie had taken him in when his parents died. His mum had died first when he was only six. She had been hit by a car while crossing the road. His father had never recovered and had drunk himself into an early grave only eighteen months later. His father had loved his mother with his whole being and he just couldn’t get over the loss of her…not even for the scared little boy who was left behind. Frankie had swooped in and taken Finn under his wing. Looking back, Finn knew now how much it had cramped his uncle’s lifestyle, but F

Carl said and I was shocked to the core. “What?” I said as I looked at Malachi. “It’s true. Malachi went all out when he came back married to your mom and kicked Franklin to the curb. Death fights is what we called it back then, we don’t really do that anymore ‘cos Malachi killed too many contenders,” Frank finished the story. “You never told me that,” I said to Malachi as I helped to take the plastic bags off the bodies. Frank stood ready with the axe and started chopping.

I was supposed to do fifteen in total. I had just finished the left side and was about to start the right when the variety show ended and the programme suddenly cut to breaking news. A man’s body had washed up on the shore. The police identified him as Frank Vance, an ex-convict. His death was ruled as misadventure. I stared at the screen, at my father’s mug shot. Death by misadventure? Frank hated the sea. What would he be doing near the water? Ashton had told me he’d sent people to look for Frank. Had they found him? Was his death... Ashton’s doing?

“Agnes, I’m your uncle. You took away my power and dismissed my people as soon as you returned. Aren’t you embarrassing me? How am I going to have a footing in the family in the future?!” Mable sneered. “You still want to have a footing in the family?” Frank was stunned. Before he could figure out what she meant, she continued, “Frank, just based on the fact you hired Shark to assassinate me, you don’t have a place in the family anymore. Besides, you even poisoned Grandpa and tried to kill him! You deserve to die!” Frank was appalled and turned pale right away. “You…” He did it so secretly. How could she have known?

I said. She shook her head. Tears blurred her eyes. “Do not do this to me. Please.” I raised the gun. My hand did not shake. My chest did. Frankie’s shot landed before mine. A single round. Clean. Back of the head. She fell forward on the concrete and did not move. He looked sick. He looked empty.

The second death was discovered the following day - the man had been found sitting in his car with a gun in his hand and a bullet in his brain. Franky had taken great pleasure in showing me the pictures and I immediately recognised him as the man who had run after me in just his towel after I had slipped the envelope under his bathroom door. My blood instantly ran cold and I had to fight the waves of nausea as I tore my eyes from the pictures. “Second lieutenant that Milano has lost in a week,” Franky said with a smile. “You know what that means?”

In waters teeming with sharks, he drove a knife into my back and tossed me overboard. The freezing ocean swallowed me whole. The scent of blood drew the sharks, and they tore into me like a plaything, their teeth sinking into my flesh, bite after bite. As I screamed for help, Dylan laughed, his face twisted with sick pleasure. "Fiona, you shouldn't have schemed against Lauren. This is your punishment!" Even now, I could still feel the sharks' teeth buried in my skin. A shiver ran down my spine. My body was heating up. I knew the situation was urgent. I pulled out my phone and dialed for an ambulance.

I also remembered how Eric, the person who was my first mate, had kidnapped me, his actions confusing me further. Returning home, I confronted Ricky, the question burning on my lips. “What happened to Eric?” I demanded, my eyes locked with his. Ricky’s gaze wavered, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. “He’s dead, Shannon.” My memory triggered as the truth emerged from Ricky’s lips. “You killed him,” I accused, my words heavy. Ricky didn’t bother to deny it, his admission hung in the air. Horror and hate boiled within me as I took in the extent of his actions.

“I am sure I can kill the Alpha one-on-one. I don't plan to destroy the whole pack. I just had three names in my head. Alpha Richard, Leonard, and Franklin” His words were heavy. I pursed my lips. I walked over to help him make the fire some more as he placed the antelope in a wood. "Franklin is dead. He was sick." I broke the news to him. I expected him to be relieved that one was off the list, but he paused, face hardened. Irritation flashed through his eyes. “I cannot believe that.” My face contoured into a frown. “I won't lie to you. He died from a rare sickness. Even the pack doctors couldn't help him with their herbs and medicine.”