Frank Htgawm Novels & Stories

FRANK “THE SHERIFF” MARSHALL Age: 45 Specialty: Sniper, reconnaissance Current Occupation: Front desk concierge — Grand Regent Hotel Gale Thorne sat at her desk, tapping a fingernail against a mug that had surrendered its heat hours ago. The soft whir of the monitor filled the office as she scrolled to the next file. “FRANK ‘THE SHERIFF’ MARSHALL,” she read, lips lifting in a private smile. “Let’s see what a pink tie’s done to your trigger discipline.”

Suddenly she frowned. “Somehow, that just doesn’t have the same ring to it as boys in blue.” “Maybe not,” Amy agreed with a smile, “but it’s accurate. And you must be Frank Green,” she said, turning to Marva’s husband. Frank—Gramps—seemed as genuine as they came. He wasn’t a large man, standing maybe five-nine, built of solid muscle. He had the bearing of a man who’d made the armed forces his chosen career for life—straight up, no nonsense. He had the crewcut and salt-and-pepper hair to go with it. He smiled not only with his mouth, but with his eyes.

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

"Even if you were a pig, you'd still be the most amazing, most handsome boar there is." "Pfft…" Frank chuckled, amused. "And you'd be the most beautiful sow." "Quit being slick already." Helen smiled, holding a palm over her lips as she strode in the building. Frank's smile faded in turn, standing silently outside as he looked up at the towering building. "Well, they're the ones behaving despicably, so they can't blame me for anything…" he muttered and turned to leave. - Frank was driving aimlessly along the streets of Zamri when he received a call from Winter Lawrence.

the most ingenious strategies I have ever encountered. However, what motivated you all to undertake such a risky mention?" Angela queried. "One fateful day, I visited Harper at his cyber café, where a man entered requesting assistance. He explained to Harper that he had been unable to access his laptop since the previous day, which mirrored the issue I faced the day before I was framed. After some time, Harper informed the man that his login details had been compromised and that his laptop had been hacked. I then relayed to Harper that I had experienced a similar login issue, to which he responded that my computer had also been hacked. That conversation sparked the investigation and mission,

Resignedly, I trailed behind him, my gaze scanning the crowd in search of Harrison amid the multitude of guests. At the far end of the bar, I spotted Harrison engrossed in conversation with another man, and his face lit up with recognition as he noticed me. Amidst the crowd of men driven by desire, Harrison stood apart. His regard for me was one of admiration rather than lust. Maybe it was because he was a gamma wolf, which was a good thing as I do not want to have a feud with Monica’s friend.

Ummah:- yeah give me a sec. ........................ Kaka:- Mai gidana (my husband) how are you and how is that ugly girl. Haneef:- (chuckled) fine kaka how is your health? Kaka:- Alhamdulillah i need you to renew my glasses, the old one is making my head ache. Haneef:- Ok Kaka but you need to come to the hospital cos I'll need to run some tests on you. Kaka please can you make Danwake for haneefah? She threw a tantrum that she will only eat yours. I'll come pick it up later.

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

Seth spoke, except this time I didn’t turn around. “I was strong enough and fast enough to lay you flat on your ass yesterday,” I said, intentionally ignoring his last remark. “Lay off her Pierce. She has made it this far.” Another voice spoke. Again, I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Frank Houser. The bulldozer. Although Frank earned his title. He was as big as a house and didn’t need the skill to take out his enemies. All he had to do was plow right through them.