Frank Htgawm Novels & Stories

"HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT A MAN'S WORLD CAN BE TURNED inside out before he even has a chance to see it coming and try to stop it, Grimm?" Hawk had started drinking the moment the door had shut on his wife and the smithy. He was trying with determina-tion to get head-reeling, feet-stumbling, bellyaching drunk and was not succeeding. "Do you believe he can cure her, Hawk?" Hawk puzzled a moment. "Aye, Grimm. I do. There's something unnatural about Adam Black, and I mean to find out what it is." "What do you suspect?"

This could get us both in a lot of trouble—Logan more than me. “My dad got a report last night of some dangerous freaky wolves wandering the forest. Toppers got a call about two injured campers who say this massive wolf attacked them with red eyes and this red wolf. The kicker is the one with red eyes supposedly transformed into some ugly hairy dude. Everyone is speculating on what happened and afraid of the possible answers. I think Camp Okwaho’kenha has a wolfman roaming the forests of,” Darien explained.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey