Francis The Secret History Novels & Stories

"So who is the widow? You haven't forgotten, you and Natalie are getting married soon." "I didn't forget her, she was just a woman who worked as my secretary and I only helped her. The gossip is too much," said Dave, sipping the champagne that France's maid had prepared earlier. "Is it true?" France glared at Dave. "I don't like something interfering with my plans." Dave smiled mysteriously. "Good, don't let our plans be ruined and I don't want to give stock to treason." France smiled sarcastically while sipping her drink which Dave responded casually.

“Sorry, Girlie. You have the wrong parts for me. I like ‘em strong, tall, male, and a&&hole. Which is why I brought the wine. Kade’s blue balls are killing me as much as they are killing him. So I need to make you okay so I can get laid tonight.” I laughed. Her blunt honesty was refreshing. “Okay, ready to open this thing?” she asked, sitting down cross-legged on the floor across from me. I gulped down half of the glass of wine. “Ready. Let’s do this,” I confirmed. And we did. As promised, the box contained old notebooks, magazines, and pictures. Or rather, portions of those things. Enough that I recognized them. They were things that I had once kept in the dresser my mother allowe

Caminito’s glare change into inexplicable emotion that makes him took into confusion which his brows even automatically knitted as he curved his lips and said, “I’m no royal blood. That’s ridiculous—” “What else do you know about the secrecy of one’s history? Yours was untold. Wasn’t Danie?” She utter that causes Headmistress Danie to appear herself out from the body of the ghost-witch that tend to obtain souls in one particular reason : been hiding the truth to one person.

At the time, Francis had not retired, and several signatures were required for Caspian’s secret mission. One of which was Francis’. He treated Caspian the same way he treated Caleb, always believing that young men should be free to pursue their ambitions. Yet who would have thought that the boy would never return? Since Yvette brought up this painful memory, Francis had coughed up blood that morning.

And now, out of the blue, there's this amazing man who never fails yo make her feel special. She can't deny the fact that she likes this kind of treatment from the opposite sex. She thoughtfully frowned when she suddenly realized something. "Tell me the truth, Francis... Did you actually like me back in College?" she decided to ask him. "Yes. I was in love with you, but you were with Grant at that time. And even though many years have passed, and my feelings for you hasn't changed. In fact, it only grew stronger." Francis finally confesses his feelings for Anna after keeping it a secret for so many years...

"I had to charm her, manipulate her, make her believe I cared for her just enough to extract the information we needed. I had to lower myself to speaking with a woman I despise, all so she can twist her own daughter's arm and force Jessica to give Aaron up. I am doing this in the dirt, Hannah, so that you and Emilian can sit comfortably at the top." The silence in the room stretched thin and fragile. Francis watched the wheels turning in her head, watching her weigh his toxic history against her desperate desire to see our family name reign supreme. "You expect me to believe you were playing a part?" Hannah whispered, though the fierce edge in her voice had melted into something dangerously

But the choice had never been mine. So there I stood beside the altar, dressed in emerald satin as one of the bridesmaids, holding a bouquet so tightly that the stems pressed into my palms. In a few minutes, my cousin Bianca Romano - the girl who had grown up beside me like a sister - would marry Nicholas Contini. The man I had believed was my everything. The man I had believed loved me. Now I understood what I had truly been to him: a secret he could enjoy until something more useful came along. A pawn he could remove from the board the moment power demanded a better move.

The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reasons. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised because from the rear, the boy with his

When he came out, he sat down. "She already knew about Patrick Hale," he said. I stared at him. "How." "Briggs contacted her two weeks ago trying to sell her the story. She passed. She thought it was thin and she didn't like his angle." Alex looked at me steadily. "She said when I called her today she had been hoping I would. She wants to write the real version. Full profile. Current firm, the Hargreave outcome, the Patrick history with proper context. She thinks it's a better story."

Alexis rolled her eyes at Francis and said, "It's a secret. Do you want to know about it?" Francis was sure that nothing good would happen if he nodded. So, he suppressed his curiosity and kept quiet. Alexis looked regretful as well. Samantha changed the subject and asked Alexis, "What's the matter with him?" Alexis smiled mysteriously. She then fluttered her eyelashes mischievously at Samantha and leaned closer to her. She whispered something so softly that only the both of them could hear. Initially, Samantha narrowed her eyes. But as she listened to Alexis, she started to smile mischievously. Then, she looked at Francis. She was a little eager too!