Eric Frank Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand. There’s some kind of military connection to Grief Intervention Services?” Harrison prodded finally. “Hmm,” Mike said, mouth still full. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten all day. Alan Parker was a former Navy SEAL. One of his daughters was the victim of a serial killer by the name of Frank Geary. He and his wife, Janet Parker, founded an organization called the Families of the Victims of Frank Geary, after Geary was released in what many considered to be a travesty of justice. Then Janet Parker lost it and killed Frank Geary, burned down his house.”

she said and was confused when everyone looked amazed. “What’s wrong? Is Brother Cedric bad?” she asked, suddenly curious. The doctor chuckled. “A bad wolf, yes.” Francis cleared his throat before answering. “Evely, that’s Cedric de la Roche, the Demon Prince of Rockefeller Group.”

Younger looking, which meant the photograph was at least three years old. My uncle Robert, on the right, leaning forward over his wine glass with the eager body language of a man being offered something he wanted very badly. And in the center. Not Marcus Wolfe. Not Senator Cross. Someone I had never seen before and simultaneously recognized immediately because his face had been in the news for twenty years and on the covers of financial magazines and in the background of photographs at the same charity galas I had been attending for a year as Adrian's wife. Franklin Hurst.

‘Not a peep, promise. A knock on the door. Dominic popped his head in, pausing when he saw I had company. ‘I can come back.’ ‘What is it?’ I asked. He stepped in, tablet in hand. ‘You asked me to flag anything related to Mrs Laurent. Well...’ ‘Go on.’ ‘Franklin Vance is dead. He committed suicide in prison.’

Creed said smiling “ don’t say anything Charlotte is taking a shower and will be here when she’s done” I groan taking a sit in my desk chair “ How was sleeping on the floor?” Ryan mocks making kissy faces “ terribly but it was worth it.” I huffed. Unwrapping my plate, I pick up a piece of bacon enjoying the delicious taste. This world wouldn’t be the same if bacon didn’t exist. We wait for her to come in while I listen to Creed and Ryan yell at each other about what food is best. Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

Ericson noticed that Francis was still smallish in stature as he sunk into a couch opposite him. “Aren't you bothered about why I am called a trickster?” Francis asked as he smiled, revealing decaying teeth that made Ericson spellbound for some seconds. “I won't say ‘bothered’,” professor Ericson replied, reciprocating Francis smile with one of his own which was far from authentic. “Just... Curious.”

Franklin's whoop of delight was so loud a nurse appeared in his hospital room doorway, concern evident until she noted his happy expression. "Finally!" Franklin exclaimed. "I was beginning to think Volkov had lost his nerve." "Just waiting for the perfect moment, sir," Alek replied, leaning into frame beside Emma. "Well, this calls for celebration." Franklin reached for something off-camera, producing a small crystal glass of amber liquid. "Don't tell the doctors." "Grandpa! You're not supposed to—" "One sip of thirty-year-old scotch won't kill me," Franklin interrupted with characteristic stubbornness. "Some occasions demand proper acknowledgment."

Intentional or not she sought me out to feel safe, and that means more than she'll ever know. "Alpha Nicholas. Thank you for informing me of the situation and allowing us to be here." While I knew that I couldn't stop the Elders from coming here it didn't mean that I would allow them near my mate if I didn't trust them enough. Luckily for me, I've worked with Elder Rick more than once and he's honestly one of the best men that I have ever met.

his throat and the guys turned around and Emery started laughing as soon as he caught sight of me, “Holy shit, LaFlamme! The last time I saw you lookin’ like that was when your momma forced you to go to senior prom!” He was still laughing when Connelly elbowed him in the side, “It’s tradition for her to wear that, fuck face. She looks good. I would say more but Alpha would punch my teeth down my throat and I’ve grown to really love them.” He reached up and rubbed one of his front teeth and I giggled, “Thanks Connelly. That was very nice of you and Fuck you, Emery. You look like a dildo in a suit and last time I saw you in one you got dumped at prom by Margot Fuller.” Nick and Connelly howle