Eric Frank Novels & Stories

"Good afternoon, sir.. I mean, Mr. Jeremy Sean.." "Good afternoon.." Jeremy responded with a friendly smile. With haste, Francis wiped the palm of his hand on the right side of his pants and offered Jeremy a handshake. "I'm glad to meet you, sir.." "I feel the same." Jeremy said while shaking hands with the guy. "Francis, right?" He nodded with a wider smile. "Yes, sir." "You must have really wanted to meet Jeremy in person. You didn't have to run though." Ms. An said while smiling at Francis.

He was standing at my side, and he’s clearly annoyed. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you’re with someone!” he immediately stood up and faced Aries. “By the way, I’m Francis, Nola’s childhood friend,” Francis introduced himself and offered to shake hands with him, but the snobbish Aries just look at his hand. What and asshole.

This is going to be a bloody massacre, I’m sure. After dressing in all black, I looked at myself in the mirror. Ah man, I don’t really like killing people in broad daylight, but I think today’s exceptional because I’m in the mood too, I said to myself and covered my face with a mask. I obviously don’t want anyone to recognize me as Erick Lukers, an actor, but as Frank Hal, brother of Xavier Hill. Our real identities in the Mafia world make everyone piss in te

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

Frankie called back. Finn smiled as he followed the music. Frankie loved the old crooners - Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr. Frankie was only in his late forties, but he was an old soul born in the wrong era. He thought of himself as something of a playboy and styled himself after the greats. Finn couldn’t argue with the results. Women flocked to him - and they got younger and younger each year. The man was a Peter Pan, forever young with no intention of ever ‘growing up’ and ‘settling down,’ and he bore a striking resemblance to Michael Douglas in his heyday.

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

I asked her and Fabian just raised his brows at me as if that wasn't the question he expected me to ask Elena. "Um, it's fine. Maddox is taking care of me really well. How's Freya? Still craving for Yakult?" Elena asked me in return and we laughed at her question at the same time. While we were in the store early this morning, Freya visited Elena and Maddox's apartment just to ask if they have Yakult and it just so happened that they still have Yakult, so Freya decided to bribe Elena with anything in exchange for Yakult. I think it's a good thing that I went back to the store to get some packs of Yakult because my mate will gonna throw tantrums at me if I get back to the penthouse without ca

She followed my path, and though I didn’t turn to look at her, I could tell that she was surprised. The old man running the stand smiled when I approached. “Two please,” “Yes, sir.” He said, and I smiled as I paid him. And five minutes later, I returned carrying two containers. Brenda stared at the fries, then at me, then back at the fries. “You bought fries?” “I figured that the night wouldn’t be complete without them.” I said, and she raised an amused eyebrow. She laughed, and the sound immediately became my favorite thing again. “What?” I asked.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

"So what do you say about going out on Friday night?" I shifted uncomfortably, letting out an awkward smile. "I'll think about it and give you feedback, Fred." "My name's Francis, not Fred. This is the second time you are getting it wrong," he said. "I'm sorry," sincerely, I was sorry. I didn't really do well with names. The corner of my right eye happened to catch the sight of a tall dark man walking towards me in gentle strides. His hands were deep rooted in his pocket as he walked graciously towards me.