Eric Frank Novels & Stories

This meeting is so boring - He typed back. Oh my gosh, MD will be mad at you when she finds you sending messages. I'm sure you're aware of that? It doesn't matter. Talking to you is the only reason why I'm still seated here. Can't wait to come downstairs - He'd written. She smiled. Ernest is a great guy. His eyes had a great and friendly sparkle which went along with his killer grin. But the more handsome a guy the more trouble he was. Richie had been handsome, look what it turned into. Maybe she wasn't just lucky.

With that, he walks towards the dressing room. Ethan Francis is a professional photographer. He is good looking, tall, sharp-featured, well built, has a balanced weight, and intelligent. He was the man any woman would say yes to. And also the go-to man, for all the wannabe models and the supermodels to be.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

Plus he unexpectedly has a F******k account. Is he still alive somewhere? I browse his F******k profile. His name is Eric Peter Marcus. He resides in the same town. And he works in a coffee shop. He also plays the piano, which makes me think he is talented. And that’s it. I think he is a private type of person. What I learned about him is he lives nearby and he is a barista. There’s not much in here. Except there are some photos of him with an older woman and a little girl.

Turned out she was gay, and she’d hooked up with Paulette the week before I’d met Jane. “To a man knowing his worth,” Franky said, raising his glass in a toast. “And taking action to make it right,” Paulette agreed with a nod. As a therapist, one might have thought she’d be soft around the edges, but she’d always been the kind of woman who cut to the quick of things and took no bullshit. There were agreements all around the table, and we drank. “Alright, so, Vera will kill me if I don’t ask,” Eric said, referring to his wife back home. “What exactly is going on with you and Amelia?”

I wondered what age would look like as a grown-up. I clicked on the file Cedric sent. Elsie Fletcher. Twenty four. Parents dead in a car accident. Had a degree in psychology. No criminal record. Blonde hair……Violet eyes….. It finally came together. But how on earth did she end up as Antonio's assassin? I ran my hand through my hair. “Fucking hell” I muttered under my breath. “Alex?” Cedric called. “I have to go” I ended the call and leaned back on my chair.

"You must be exhausted with the child inside you, I remember how my adoptive mother would complain about how tiring just doing day to day tasks were. Francis here will escort you to your room to rest and if you let him know what you would like to eat, he will do his best to fulfil your request." "I'm fine, thank you." Flame smiles warmly back at him. "I'm more than happy to discuss your proposal now." "Ah, unfortunately I have another meeting imminently and I still have to get ready for the ceremony. Francis…" He gestures to the largest of the warriors who bows respectfully and tries to usher us from the room. "Wait, Ekron…" Ekrons jaw tightens in irritation when Flame calls his name, but he

Like bro quit if it hurts you so much and not act like a dick. Harley walked over to the fridge as the Jerk Cashier’s eyes followed her, she noticed someone else was in the store but she didn’t pay attention “Harley?” She heard a voice call her name; she turned to the direction of the voice as her hand held open the door of the fridge “Henry?” She arched a confused brow, “Hey! Close my fucking fridge” the Cashier yelled and she quickly obliged. She was actually wrong anyways. Henry tossed around the pain meds in his hands as he walked towards her, their little heated moment flashed in a few seconds in her memory and she felt her cheeks heat up