Shark Tale Frankie Funeral Novels & Stories

Brea told Ryner that the smoothies Aiden had convinced him to give to Frankie were the reason Frankie never got her wolf, and they did that so Aiden could claim Frankie as his and not have his lie revealed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Ryner demanded in anger after hearing he played a part in killing Frankie's wolf before she received her. “I didn’t know until after she had died. All of this was later revealed to me, Susie, and Britt. The guys were drunk at the beach, and it was the day after we had to register our names as an alibi that they let it slip. Troy and Parker knew. They knew everything, or at least most of it, I guess. They thought it was funny.”

He replied. “Frankie, you’re anything but stupid. It was just a painful memory. Dr. Wolfe says that grief comes in waves. That we eventually learn to ‘surf’ those waves instead of them drowning us. Guess I am still at the drowning stage,” I replied. Frankie lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m here and I won’t let you drown.” Then he kissed me tenderly.

“You don’t think this is one of those Sharon Tate, Son of Sam things, do ya, Sarge?” I turned my head and saw Franklin standing there, holding his hat in his hands and eyeing me cautiously. “Why do you say that?” “I guess it’s just a feeling, you know? Like how he was strung up and bled like that and all.” I looked at him silently. He fumbled a little more with his hands before continuing. “Like with a hog, you know? Seems like maybe that was on purpose.” “You watch too many movies, Franklin,” I said, looking at the piles of worthless paperwork on my desk. “But what do I know? Worth a shot, right?”

His nerves felt strained, and he tried to shut his mind from the real truth he hid from, the fact that he cared for more for Shira than he would like to admit. Normally, the Shark did not kill off his opponents, he left them brutally injured though, so that even with their Werewolf healing abilities, it took them months to heal completely. Today was different, today, he took no prisoners. It was only after the Shark had killed of all of them – safe the two others who ran away, that he understood what his instincts, his wolf had been warning him about all along.

But the chains held him back, and the frustration grew, an aching pressure that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. Suddenly a hunter came charging into the camp, he was bruised and hurt and covered in blood. “We’ve lost, we've lost to the wolves, Frank has been killed boss along with the other hunters,” He announced.

“You know my name?” He nodded, pulling a flask from a shelf and tossing it to me. “Drink. You’re dehydrated.” I caught the flask but didn’t take a sip. My mouth was dry, my throat parched, but suspicion gnawed at my mind. “How do you know my name?” Kade leaned against the table, his expression unreadable. “I know a lot of things.” I tightened my grip on the flask. “That’s not an answer.” For a while, he said nothing. Then, after a long silence, he spoke. “The Dauntless Pack is predictable. When Alpha Clark rejected his mate in front of the entire pack, it was only a matter of time before she left.”

If she would've listened, then none of this would've happened. "Thanks for the food, I'm starving." Frank grab one of the sausages, shoving it all into his mouth. "Mmmm" he closes his eyes as he chews the food. Freddy let out a low chuckle. "It looks like Lisa's mate beat you into starvation," Freddy says laughing at Frank. "How bout I come over there and beat you into dehydration." Frank glare over at Freddy, shoving another sausage into his mouth. Fred looks at his boys smiling. Last night gave him a scare. We thought Frank was dead, seeing him on the ground in his human form motionless.

Frank had demonstrated how the entire coarse works and at that point, he knew that there was no saving him. The water was flowing with high current and that sort of electricity was capable of roasting the living daylights out of an individual, after it had sucked out life from it. Frank gave him an example by putting a bunny into the water. It wasn’t up to a second by Sam’s count when it gave up the ghost, with the skin looking as dark as charcoal. “Don’t worry. You are already black so it won’t do much of what it did to her, to you as well”, he remembered Frank say.

Zeke says, coming out of the water and wiping his face with his towel. "I have a date tonight," I start putting stuff into my beach bag and dry off my body. "That hurts you know, going on a date with me during the day, then going out with someone else at night. You're such a player, nerd," Zeke says sarcastically with his hand on his heart. "This wasn't a date," I start putting on my shorts and t-shirt over my wet bikini. "Whatevs," he says in a girly tone. "You know there was a shark in there? Don't worry though, I sucker punched that fucker right in the jaw. It swam for its life, screaming and warning its friends about a hotty with a neat throw."

People always said that you reaped what you sowed. He also deserved to have such an ending. “Mr. Clark, please rest in peace.” Shawn grabbed Franklin’s head and ruthlessly slammed him into the big tree trunk behind him. The back of Franklin’s head directly hit the tree trunk with a thud. He instantly bled. He died on the spot. Before Franklin died, he looked at the sky, as if a familiar face slowly appeared in the sky. Thomas! It was Thomas! He recalled the situation when he first met Thomas.