Francis The Secret History Novels & Stories

Everyone around me seems coated in secrets that, oddly enough, one way or another, seem to have me involved. “Sleeping beauty is up!!!” Francis flops his tanned self at the edge of the bed next to me, pretending the cutthroat conversation never happened. His messy long layered hair top, expressive brows, olive-green eyes, and short-bearded strong jaw gave him a Mediterranean vibe. Adding to his exotic charm was his sense of fashion with an antique white sweater, black denim jeans, and white sneakers. “How long was I asleep?” Francis’s wide smile drops, seeking Omar’s approval to answer. "You have been asleep for twenty-four hours,” he replies.

She and Tom slipped inside, moving toward the history section without drawing too much attention. Leila headed straight for the shelf where she’d found the book last time, her fingers brushing over the worn spines until she pulled it free. The title was innocuous enough — “Furniture of the Masters of Germany and Austria” — but the contents were anything but. She flipped through the pages quickly, scanning for the passage that caught her eye. There it was, buried halfway through the book. A reference to an ancient artifact, passed down through the centuries, believed to hold the key to ultimate power. Well, at least the old Germanic legend had claimed so. The Rulers had been searching for it

I looked up and smiled. “I just wanted to know if there’s an update on Francis.” I shrugged. “I know everything only started yesterday but… I wanted to know if anything was discovered.” He sat behind the large desk. Then reached for a book. Without speaking he opened it. Flipped through several pages. Stopped. Tapped once. I walked closer. He tapped again. “I went to the Royal Archives myself.” His voice lowered. “This was the book they said Francis was obsessed with.” My eyes narrowed. “I needed to know what was inside.”

"People might accidentally find out about this royal secret, and that can bring you to ruins." "I-I'll be more careful." Louie assured. It was quite an uncomfortable experience for him to be with the Crown Prince. Who knows what the Crown Prince might do when he figures out the secret. He must be just as bad as the third Prince, or worse. When the Crown Prince met up with Prince Russel, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his brother with another woman. "What's this?" His intervention made Prince Russel stop from flirting with Lady Rosalia.

“Shouldn’t we do something more useful than just keeping quiet? I feel quite confused right now about what to say because of course this is such a reckless thing. And I think that whatever I do will never be right and all of that is one of the things that is so annoying.” Today Maria is really so very dizzy, how could it not be because her life changed suddenly and this is something that no one could ever imagine. Maria knows that there are some problems that occur and until whenever the woman will never be able to keep everything to herself, therefore Maria needs Alvin’s help because after all he is the only person who knows all of Maria’s secrets that can never be revealed at all. While Al

He’d told me I was the only one who had the key to his heart. I ripped it off. The chain snapped. The charm skittered across the floor, landing beside the envelope I had dropped when I got home. I stared at it. Azrael’s payment. The price of my pride. And I laughed. It was an awful sound. Unhinged. Wet. Because I had sold myself — my secrets, my silence — for a man who didn’t even want to be free. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I paced the apartment like a ghost for two days. I ignored my phone, let the missed calls pile up — all from Melissa.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, calming myself. "That was before, so maybe it’s okay to keep it a secret for now." "She might get mad at you," she replied. Out of the three of us, you benefited the most from Meggay’s money. I sighed. She might be right... Meggay might get mad at me... at us... Our Professor arrived and started teaching calculus. My mind was filled with different thoughts. I hate it. Kyle is confusing me. He’s hiding something, and I’m not part of it. Second, it’s about Meggay.

I hold on to the counter and look at her. "Hey! I can hear both of you!" Francis was still on the other line. I smiled and took it to my ear. She smacks at me. "Why didn't you hang up!?" She scowled at me. I kiss her. "What is it again, Francis?" "Well, there are CCTVs around and it is recorded in the secret room. You know where it is. And please change the drive." "Okay! Good night Francis." "And please don't be too loud."

Francis scoffed. "Yeah I truly am. Why wouldn't I be. You were always seen as the good boy, you took away every girl I loved back in highschool. You were a fuckin manipulating asshole!!" Francis yelled at his face. He stood up and squatted in front of Lesley. He ran his finger down her face. "You took Brie from me too remember, and I decided I'd revenge, I never knew it would come so quick. You wouldn't get away this time with her." Francis chuckled and proceed to peck Lesley.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Francis smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I think I can help you take down Vera. But you have to do something for me in return." I nodded, eager to do whatever it took to ruin Vera's life. "Anything," I said, my voice firm. Francis leaned forward, his eyes glinting with malice. "Good. Because I have a plan, and it's going to be beautiful." My eyes widened as Francis began to outline his plan. I listened intently, mu anger and frustration giving way to a sense of excitement and anticipation.