Shark Tale Frankie Funeral Novels & Stories

After a brief silence, Frank answered, “There has been a major problem at the taskforce. Mr Shade broke out of the laboratory just a moment ago, leaving behind two dead lab attendants. He is now running loose on the streets. God knows where he is right now. As long as he is out there, lives are endangered.” When Frank did not hear any response, he continued, “We were preparing him for the re-education procedure, and he suddenly went out of control. The lab assistants that had tried to restrain him both lost their lives. Right now, we have an additional problem in our hands, and the mayor …” William hung up before Frank could finish, turning off his phone and throwing it back on the table. He

Tank was never good with Math but he could tell that there were enough sharks to clean their bones. ‘Harold Lux, you scamming piece of shit! Loser? That’s the fucking Mafia King! AH, FUCK!’ The windows exploded, spewing glass shards, and then multiple hands shot in—some tugging them, some removing the door, some grabbing them. Like wriggling prawns, Tank and Pete was easily yanked out of their vehicle to their deaths. ****** [Ralph’s POV] ‘Get their ID,’ I muttered, suddenly having an inkling as to who it might be.

But at the very next instant, Frank was picking up the rusted shiv thrown over by the flunkies, and he turned toward Scarface interestedly. "Hey, what's your story with Terry Cotton?" "Terry Cotton…?" Scarface murmured, stumped just then. It was already a death sentence after Frank insulted the jailer, but he was now picking up the shiv, clearly ready to attack Tigris! He was doing everything Tigris would never dare!

"We found a blood patch and a fragment of shattered skull in the sea. She seemed to have hit her head against the jagged rock" "What? Continue the search since you found a trail" Francis shouted. "Am sorry sir, the clues disappeared there." "Excuse me? Search the whole sea" Francis shouted, clutching the man's collar. "We already did sir. A...and sir" he stammered. "That place was a shark trail so..." "Nooo!" Francis howled and the soldiers shut their ears as the weak ones fainted in fright. Francis eyes turned to red, and he fell to his knees in tears.

Frank moved nearer to the box, but kept his hands to himself. “I don’t know. I just have the feeling something will go wrong, as if there is some kind of danger coming our way.” “You are just apprehensive, which is natural. Don’t worry Alpha. After tomorrow, we will have nothing to fear.” “I hope so. I sometimes feel this is punishment for what I did to Sharon.” Frank’s heart squeezed at the mention of that name. “Punishment? Of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong. Sharon was a murderer-“

“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.”

She thought she was saved. Josiah blocked Franky’s next punch and landed one of his own that sent Franky flying back out of the door and down the hallway. He headed straight for Shaba’s throat when suddenly a wolf appeared in front of him. He was about to shift when he was hit with a dart and fell to the ground. “What should we do with him?” Grande asked. “Throw him in the cell with his daughter. He will watch her die tonight and then he will die tomorrow. Grande you can have fun with him after the ceremony tonight and anybody else that wants to too.” She said.

There wasn’t much conversation coming from the front seats, but it was marked by a striking absence of the previous tension. Anoushka said something about the poor mother turtles getting their flippers bitten off and he said the sharks’d probably give flippers a miss; they’d be even more leathery than Mrs Pierce’s omelettes. She gave what was nearly a giggle, and said she wondered what Mrs Pierce’d say if they told her about the sharks, and he said not to bother - Mrs Pierce would only say it was nothing, that her son’s best friend’s uncle had actually been spat out by a great white. Over his shoulder he added drily to Claudia that Mrs Pierce was the kind of woman who, if you told her about

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.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer