Eric Frank Novels & Stories

to a page at random. It contained columns of figures whose meaning he was unable to comprehend. He examined them conscientiously, but they remained as impenetrable as the polished surface of the brass door. Then he heard Frankie Oxman's voice in the hall and his heavy footsteps on the stairs. He closed the book, carefully returned it to the place where he had found it, and crossed the threshold of the door, slipping away to the safety of the chapel. The mystery surrounding Uncle Frankie's business dealings, and in particular his supposed role in Jake Blum's departure, would haunt Arlyne Weiss for the rest of her childhood. The answer to this enigma came not through a sudden revelation, but

I let the tears slip one after another. The sight of a white handkerchief in front of me is the only reason I noticed Frank. "Hey beautiful. A dollar for your thoughts?" I laughed softly. "I believe the phrase is a penny for your thoughts." He sat beside me on the deck. "I don't have a penny." He peeked into his wallet. I peeked too. "Just a credit card. Do you want my credit card? Will it make you feel better?" "Are you serious?" "As serious as my name is Francis Michael Harrington." He offered it to me. "My limited knowledge of women has taught me that retail therapy works."

Eric paced back and forth in front of the desk, his hands shaking, his voice rising and falling like he was already in court. “I told you I will not sign anything,” Frank said flatly. “Not today. Not ever.” Eric laughed, sharp and bitter. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me sit here like a criminal while you act like the hero.” “I didn’t put you here,” Frank replied. “You did that all by yourself.”

I wait while Erika saves the document and takes her time putting her things away. "Erika, I apologize if that was a little uncomfortable for you," I say, "Frank is my father-in-law, we have a good relationship." "Ahh, of course. Now it makes sense," she lets out, nodding and letting out a smile as if she had just relaxed. Frank just introduced me as the head of security to her, "I thought it was kind of strange, I thought people in Fallonmore didn't respect their Mayor."

At this moment, Franc finally came around and gasped excitedly, "9th brother! You have finally thought it through! You should have found someone like that before! Why would you allow that woman to step over you?" Erika, "…Step over…" Franc also said, "Oh right, where is that ugly woman? Have you chased her out?" Erika, "…Ugly woman…" Franc said, "Although that Erika didn't look so bad 2 years ago when you guys just started, she was fat! She was at least 150 pounds!" Erika "…!!! Nonsense! I was obviously 140! Even though I was greedy and gained tremendous weight during my teens, my weight has never exceeded 150 okay?"

Then he turn around and offer his hand to me which I gladly accepted it and he held my waist and said, "guys meet my girlfriend ,Erica Day and Erica ,he is Fred a very old friend of mine,who is currently a lawyer and he is Lincoln ,he is my personal lawyer"he explain "hello Erica,nice to meet you ,I am Fred Robinson and unfortunately a friend of his"he stated. I gave a small smile and said , "nice meeting you too, Mr Robinson " "I am Lincoln Franklin ,please to finally meet you miss Day" "pleasure is all mine ,Mr Franklin" I said and I clutch on Richard shirt.

He was still working on the letters on his table. I suddenly wonder how many letters he’s got to read. “I already commanded you to call me by my name. It’s Jacob and not some ‘your grace’.” It’s not that I think he was serious on that one. “I’m sorry, I thought it was just applicable when you fuck me.” Jacob runs his eyes around my body, then smirks sarcastically. “Hmm, that’s a good point. I would take note of that one.” He cleans everything on his table before standing up, bringing his feet near me. “So what’s your question?”

she adds, making Dad and I chuckle. Alpha Alarick, or Ricky, as we all call him, has a big sweet tooth. He looks like he's always angry as fuck, and he's very serious all the time, but he's a nice guy. He takes his job very seriously and doesn't take a bull from anyone, but he's a sucker for sweet stuff. Don't be fooled by the appearance, everyone thinks he's a menace, and to most who dare to cross the line- he is. But not to us. To us, he's just Ricky. But...If you want to be on his good side, get him a sweet pastry and a good cup of freshly brewed coffee.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

“So. I’d like everyone to meet Francis Mark Alexander Jessop. We call him Frankie. He’s named after the three incredibly brave, selfless, heroic people who made sure that we brought him home with us.” Cheers and applause burst out and Francine, Mark, and Alexandra blushed varying shades of pink and magenta. “Well,” Dallas remarked to Olivia as they headed over to meet Frankie properly for the first time. “Thank Christ they didn’t name him after me. Nobody who likes anybody calls them 'Ernest'.”