Francis The Secret History Novels & Stories

"One time, Trisha found a book he had written. Well, not exactly a book. A personal diary of Francis." Of the three others that listened to the conversation, Penelope was the most interested. Trisha and Wilkes knew all what Harold had to say so they only paid attention for a few seconds before switching the conversation off and coming on again to be certain that Harold made no mistakes. "And..." Derek drawled. "And it contained his experience of what happened in the contest." "And what happened?" Harold felt like it wasn't needful that he told Derek of how Francis had left the school due to the disturbing images that were etched in his head or how professor Ericson, Trisha's father and he, F

“Yeah. Why are you pulling your face like that?” “Because Camilla is Nathan’s whore secretary.” “She’s a whore?” He asked me. “I found her with Nathan once.” “No way!” “Yeah, at their place. With my own eyes-” “Okay, we are side-tracked.” Francis told me. “That backpack gotta go. You need to unpack it right now.” “Okay.” I said unpacking it quickly, placing everything back in its place. “You even took food?” Francis asked me, taking an apple from my bed and taking a bite.

' For the first time in so many years, I entered Francis's room without his permission. I walked straight to his bedside table and pulled open the drawer that he warned me not to open. In the deepest part of the drawer, I discovered a number of luxury car keys. There was also a business card with Francis' photo on it. Printed on his card was the title, "Director of Yves Group." I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. So this was what Francis had been hiding from me. The debts and financial losses he spoke of were nothing but lies.

She clasped her arms around her legs and tried to clear her mind in the deed water of the Lac. At the same time, Francis came to the Lac and removed his shirt before diving in the water. He came back to the surface after a while and swim a little before leaving his body float on the surface. Eleanor had her eyes shut, so she didn't pay attention to the intruder. She swam beneath the water and went toward the cascade. As Francis was thinking about the nobles he went to kill before returning to the palace, he feel like laughing at their pleading face.

' I didn't do anything wrong' she thought before going downstairs. Francis opened his secret control room and opened all the CCTVs In his mansion and the houses around. He only saw a vague shadow. He quickly picked up his phone and called a hacker. "Yeah diamond. I need you to gather footage from last week till now. I want to know what happened in her party" he looked up at the screen and sighed. He remembered that she was crying in the forest, was she attacked? What happened?. He sighed, he must get to the end of this. He quickly sneaked down into his hidden library beneath his study. His eyes went to the various forbidden books he had seized on his various conquests because they are danger

Perhaps it was for the best she was watching this, it would help drop any idea that maybe somewhere in that heart of his he had loved her, even if for a little bit. “That morning,” Francis said in the screen, “Ivana met me and was so excited on their previous date, she was talking to me but I didn't pay much attention because I wasn't interested in the story, she asked if all was okay, I nodded, thinking if I should tell her my mind or first of all meet with George. Later on I had the conclusion of meeting George first, so a day after at school, I summoned courage to go see him, I saw him in a distance with his rich boys cliques, as I was walking closer I over head their discussion about his

Sean did not stop at introducing himself, even giving her a rundown of his family history. Xara was unimpressed. Francis smiled, saying, “Bro, she’s Xara Hill, my girlfriend.” Xara’s face darkened. “Get over yourself, Francis. No one’s your girlfriend here.” “You might not be my girlfriend now, but one day you will be.” Francis was shameless. He said breezily, “Sooner or later, you’ll be my girlfriend.”

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

“Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.” Aiden stood, alarmed. “Julian’s dad?” “No,” Clarissa said. “Yours.” The blood drained from Aiden’s face. “What?” Clarissa dropped the file in front of him. Aiden stared at the document, at the names signed underneath years of secret transfers, offshore wiring, project names—experiments. Trials. And at the very bottom, under the signature of someone long believed irrelevant… Alexander Shaw. Could this be the reason?

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”