Eric Frank Novels & Stories

That was weird. I nodded at him. I wanted to say something, but I was surprised to find that I couldn’t communicate with him. So he didn’t belong to the pack? I looked at Derek in confusion. Derek introduced him to me, “he is Francis, the Alpha of the West Ford Pack.”

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

’ Amber sat a few tables away fuming in her heart at the laughter ‘I should be in that group, what right does that ugly bitch have’ although she was smiling and pretending to acknowledge exchanges by those at her table. Frank cleared his throat “I’m Frank. Sarah’s husband” he smiled gently as he looked at Sarah holding her hand. Who would guess that they had been married for almost 20 years and had three kids? “I do a bit of this and a bit of that” Frank laughed. Dana “” “Show off!” Ed rolled his eyes “That’s short for stockbrokerage and real estate.” “I’m Edward. Didn’t get time for finding my better half as I’ve busy protecting these morons along with everyone that calls this land their ho

I say, nodding and trying to hide my smirk. “I’m Francis.” One of them says, stepping forward with a warm welcoming smile on his face as he sticks his hand out in my direction. His dark hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled, but his smile is pleasant and his eyes gentle. “You’re the beta?” I guess as he smiles largely.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

Dalton said once he was done informing Sarah to meet him in his office later. I followed him back to the room to find Jeremy and Rowan inspecting the window sills. “Did you find something amiss?” Dalton questioned them. They both looked up in our direction as we entered the room. “It was Marcus. He wasn’t dead. He escaped through the window.” Rowan disclosed.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

After a few minutes, he stands up and dials the hotel's number. "What do you want to eat, babe?" he asks. "I'll take a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake if they have it." I reply. "They do anything else, Princess," he asks. "No, thank you; that's all." I reply. He gives me a curt nod and places our order. He ordered a rare steak with garlic-mashed potatoes and a lemonade for himself. We snuggle and lay quietly until our dinner arrives. It feels like an eternity until they finally knock on the door with our dinner 20 minutes later. Nick gets up to grab our dinner, but I notice him tense up right after he opens the door, which lets me know something is wrong.

Christina felt relieved. Since her uncle was not planning on hiding anything, she did not have anything else to ask. Just as she let out a sigh, Francis said, “Christina, I have something important to tell you.” She looked at Francis. Christina had the impression that her uncle was a gentle person. He would never lose his temper. However, her uncle had a solemn expression on his face. She could predict that something bad was about to happen. As expected, Francis said something surprising. “I’m not the real Francis Williams. He is dead. My true name is Martin Harris…”