Dr Frank Furter Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

Frank was shaking his head even as he glanced at the corpses strewn all over the floor—Frida was really a fool. "Who are you people?" the scrawny man demanded again. "Frank Lawrence." "Bron Howard." "Robert Quill." The scrawny man was immediately delighted. "So you're Frank Lawrence? Perfect timing. I'm taking you to Mr. Drakon." Frank was just about to move when Bron said, "Leave him to me. My son's soul would be honored with another dead follower of the Salazars."

But I could see that Wynona wouldn't be dissuaded any time soon. "What about joining the Scooby-Doo Gang?" I said. Ruthie laughed. Zander didn't. "Come on," I practically begged. "We're on the same team. And they already know about all this freaky supernatural stuff-- Oh my gosh!" I pressed a hand against my head. "Dang it! I forgot about Dr. Frankler." Zander's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "I was wondering about that. Didn't you get my texts?" I took out my phone and scrolled through the messages. There were several from both Zander and the doctor.

Fearful faces glance up at me, each one under the watchful eye of at least one of Luca's, Mitchel's, or Drake's men, their imposing figures a constant reminder of the tension in the air. As I step into the seventh room, I unexpectedly encounter Drake. His playful smile dances at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the unease surrounding us. He leans casually against the doorframe. "Still alive?" he teases, his tone light yet loaded with an undercurrent of seriousness as he observes my determined stride through the dimly lit hallway. He's stood next to Franko's dead body, five bullets to the head by the looks of it. "Not trustworthy," he notes.

Frankie (winking): “Only the classy ones.” The temperature drops twenty degrees. Black-glass cracks spiderweb across the far wall. A Severed Circle Revenant steps through, eight feet tall, seven slashes glowing like molten hate. Frankie’s cigar drops ash that never hits the ground. Frankie (voice suddenly ice): “They weren’t supposed to wake up for another century. Looks like playtime’s over.” Every ghost racks the slide on weapons that shouldn’t exist anymore. Frankie (to me): “Listen close, Morau kid.

He was bleeding and bruised, but at that moment he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "Rurik!" She cried out his name, and he met her gaze with a smile of hope before he focused back on the threat before him. "You can't harm me," Drakor said, claw at her throat. "She dies, you die." Drakor and Rurik danced in a slow circle around each other. "Charlotte, it's okay," Rurik said. "Your brothers are here on the roof, and we will get you to safety." "I think not." Drakor's nostrils flared a moment. "Your scent" He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling again. "It'shuman. Only human. Interesting."

Franklin continued to advance towards his wife who was already on the windowsill. "Franklin, please... Remember when we were together." Maria pleaded. Suddenly a flash of memory appeared in Franklin's head. A sweet memory between him and Maria. Franklin who was still inside it tried to reclaim his body from the demon. Unfortunately, the demon's power was too strong. Franklin screamed loudly accompanied by the thunderous sound of lightning. He vomited a lot of blood, making Maria who saw him scream in shock! "Hahahahaha!" Franklin laughed horribly. No! That wasn't Franklin's voice.

His voice, laced with authority, cut through the silence, "Who is this?" Tracy's response was humble, almost tinged with a hint of fear, as she averted her gaze from the doctor's piercing eyes. "He's the new janitor," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence descended upon the room, magnifying the tension that hung in the air. Drak stood tall, his expression guarded, as Doctor Hale slowly rose from his chair. Closing the distance between them, he approached Drak with purpose, his eyes locked on the bandage that encircled Drak's head.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

Those scenes still sends sweet chills down my spine and I am very happy I did it with a woman of nobility . Rocky said touching his pocket and grinning mischievously . “ Now you will be my man if nobility here since I told you already . ” Rocky said closing his eyes for some seconds . He reached deeper into his pocket and brought a case gently with a name engraved on it . “ Meet my best friend , Mac .” “ He sure will like the feel of your neck too .” Rocky added with a sinister smile . He opened the case and brought out a shiny sharp edge curved cutting object mostly used in slicing vegetables .

"No kid. You're not going to turn into a Vampire. Damn! You watch a lot of movies." He shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "Well at least movies made me understand what I just saw -- a fvcking Vampire." He did a double take. "You're not going to kill me are you?" He asked, looking frightened again. "You're not going to kill me to keep me quiet are you?"