Bud And Bloom Franklin Novels & Stories

“Is that Autumn Field Group trying to show off in front of me? They think that I, Frankie Tanner, am a pushover, don’t they?” Frankie abruptly stood up with bloodshot eyes. “Winifred Zea, was it? Autumn Field Group, was it? You want to blossom both online and offline, but have you gotten my permission?” Turning to Bobby, Frankie asked, “Autumn Field launching their brand offline in such a hurry must have something to do with Southern Sophistication, doesn’t it?”

He'd seen Franklin outside Mistfall Estate this morning. "What a coincidence it is, indeed," Damian replied with a chuckle. What were the odds of running into each other twice in a day? "Are you looking to buy some clothes, Mr. Luther?" Franklin asked enthusiastically. "This mall belongs to my company, Franklin Group. If anything catches your fancy, just go right ahead and take it!" Then, he eyed the sales assistant fiercely and snapped, "Are you stupid? Hurry up and bring it over for Mr. Luther to try on."

Franklin was very happy that he would be able to own a plane in a while. Roderick had also decided to bring Franklin to buy breakfast after he finished eating. Usually, his son didn't ask for anything from him, but rather, it was him who gave it to his son. Because tonight the woman would accompany him to the party, as if his mood had been one of pleasure since morning, and he was looking forward to what would happen to her tonight at the party. Tonight, he thought, it would be interesting. At 9: 30 a.m., Betty was searching for a restaurant in the city center. After searching through a few places, she finally chose a restaurant that looked like a garden in the sky, although it was a bit exp

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

The sound hung in the air, delicate and fragile, like the first note of a lullaby that promised both comfort and warning. Aria stiffened, staring down at it, feeling the air thrum around her like a heartbeat not her own. By morning, the bookstore had stopped pretending it was normal. Books shifted along the shelves of their own accord. Titles changed when she wasn’t looking. The register printed a receipt for The Blooming Path: One Copy Sold. She hadn’t sold anything. Her phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. People online were posting photos. Hashtags like #CrimsonSprawl and #RootSignal trended faster than she could read. One claimed to see the flowers inside a locked train car. Ano

Frank frowned when he heard the familiar voice and turned to see Cindy striding toward him angrily. "Are you blind, or just stupid?" Frank snorted in annoyance. "Can't you see that I'm attending this event?" "What, someone like you?" Cindy folded her arms in disdain. "Why don't you take a good look at yourself first?" Zeb walked up to them as well. "Frank, the Rejuvenation Pill is selling like hotcakes, and only the most important bigwigs can be distributors. Some gigolo like you can't even hope to make a bid."

That fact felt solid in a way almost nothing else did. I typed back before I could talk myself out of it. Of course. I will come tomorrow afternoon. The next morning Franklin was already in the kitchen. He had started making French press coffee recently, like it was a new identity he was trying on. The counter was spotless. The orchids by the window had been misted. Everything sat exactly where it belonged. “I am driving into the city today,” I said, keeping my eyes on the toast as I buttered it. “Adrian forgot his laptop. I told him I would drop it off.”

Frank: what kind of emergency Me: sex emergency. don’t ask. here’s the address. I dropped the pin. Frank: girl. is this a damn mansion Me: yes Frank: I’m taking pics of everything Me: I expect nothing less An hour later, Frank was at the gate texting nonstop. Frank: this driveway is long enough to run from my problems on Frank: there’s a fountain Frank: bitch a fountain Frank: I walked past someone in uniform and they BOWED When he finally reached me, I dragged him inside before staff could start whispering. His phone was already in his hand, camera out.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

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