Eric Frank Novels & Stories

“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'.”

The board erupted into murmurs. “Three million?” “Is he insane?” “That’s theft at this point.” “And,” Eric added, flipping a page, “every withdrawal is signed under the name Sapphire Christopher.” Francis went stiff. I didn’t miss the giant gulp he swallowed. “Francis,” Eric said slowly, “isn’t Sapphire Christopher your wife?” Silence. Then, in a burst of pure panic, Francis shot to his feet and sprinted toward the door— Only to freeze when he saw the police waiting outside.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Carter: I found Ethan near the back garden, leaning against the railing with that same infuriating calm he always wore like armor. A mug of coffee in one hand, his other tapping idly against the wood. I didn’t bother with greetings. It was not like he needed any anyway, but the man needed someone to discipline him, to remind him of what is real.

They started bickering and exchanging slick comments. I got my books out of my locker and slammed it so loud, it made them shut their mouths and turn to me. I showed them my brightest fake smile, "As much as I'd love to be in the middle of whatever this is, I've got to get going." I started walking away, "Thanks for the invite though Emma." "You're welcome, and it's Eva." she yelled after me. **

Arthur hesitated. “It's my order, Arthur, you wanted to disobey me,” Adler growled low-key, sharp eyes shooting in anger. Franklyn shuddered to see this side of the elder. Wasn't he always flirty and childish? Did he just hide it from Franklyn? But soon, he gazed at Franklyn, who was leaning against the door frame,e, and he smiled at Franklyn. Franklyn jolted, straightened up his pose, and smiled back. This man had bipolar disorder.

Lucy almost fainted at the sound of that, thanks to her husband Michael, who supported her balance. Eric bowed his head to the floor, he had pains in his eyes but looked more of a faked. *** Mrs. Vera handed over an envelope to Mr. Franklin at the police station, her eyes burned with terror as she gave him a disgusting look. “Count yourself lucky that my daughter Imelda fell in love with your old man” Franklin spoke out, intending to offend Vera. “Oh! Really, I knew you had something to do with his disappearance” she accused. “But I promise you if my son doesn't return home before tonight you'll go-to jail” Mrs. Vera promised but not without calling Franklin a nincompoop.

“So you wanted to ask if I found a sugar daddy.” “No, I didn’t mean that. I know you’re not that type of girl. But…” He paused and then started speaking again. “Sorry…I should’ve kept silent and never asked about this. Sorry, I totally didn’t mean to make you feel bad or anything like that…” At first, he was anxious to explain, but he just couldn’t convince himself. Because, after all, he knew that man. It was none other than Francis– who wouldn’t recognize him? He was listed as one of the top 50 wealthiest people in America. He was 40-something years old, and he’s now Scarlett’s…man.

So Erwin wanted to give him something. "Seventeen thousand." The other guy said, seeing Erwin Wilson not responding, that he felt that he would not make such a large amount of money. His thinking is correct. Indeed, now Erwin Wilson could not spend such a large sum of money. First, his bank card hasn't arrived yet, and second, his money is all in Frederick Hall's wallet. “Because you have good eyes. I really like people like you. That's why I only took you fifteen thousand!" The other guy smiled and said, “Oh yes, my name is Franky James.”

“You know so much about me, Emilia. I don’t let people in—you’re the only one. Only you and Kelvin know how I take my coffee. No one else has access to my car but you. Why do you feel inferior to Lina?” Emilia wiped her eyes hastily, though it did little to erase the traces of her crying. She pulled away from his embrace and looked into his eyes. The man before her was Fredrick Camfrey—the most feared first son of the Camfrey family, the best candidate for the alpha position, and a ruthless businessman. But before her, he was just Fredrick. His calm gaze never wavered as he met hers. She smiled, caressing his cheek. This felt wrong.