Frank N Furter Novels & Stories

It also doubled as a games room where his friends could play cards and drink and swear all they liked. Tonight was such an occasion, Burt and his three best friends sat around the table, eying each other over their hands. They were all similar men: strong, middle-aged, their hands calloused and stained. Frank ran an auto repair business, Jack was in charge of a concreting firm, and Victor had a successful little business in boiler-making. They were a classic breed of men, with no need for men's fragrances or man-bags, and each had worn a suit on their wedding day and never again.

Kane blinked, then cursed under his breath, “You son of a—” But the line had already gone dead. By the time Frank rushed into his office, Kane gave him a sideways look. The moment he took in Frank’s appearance, Kane choked on his water and ended up laughing so hard he nearly sprayed it everywhere. “Well, don’t you look like a mess,” Kane drawled, eyes raking him up and down with undisguised amusement. Normally, Frank was always immaculately dressed—his shirts crisp, his tie perfectly knotted, his hair neat and styled. He cared about appearances more than anyone else in their circle.

I try to stop him torturing me even more, then I speak louder, what a psychological hell! “It’s not necessary, I already know.” Franklin pretends he doesn’t hear me and scan through the little notebook, reading emotionless. “Let me read, start by kicking my ass, fuck me in half, break my nose, rip my arm off, smash my skull with Freud painting, poor Freud. I think that’s it, wait there, I had already forgotten, mark my shitty face with you fingers The Sickle, did I miss anything?” I try to remain serious and start to laugh, Dr. Franklin is thicker than me, even though I’m huge like a bear and sharp like a sickle, he doesn’t care a bit about my ugly face and my closed fists.

Kinglsely cuts in. "Who paid you to kill me? Frank, you are my best friend. Tell me, you don't have to join in these" Frank is pale skin with blonde hair and green eyes. His face decorated with guilt of some one who was sweet talked into joining the raid. Tears falls from his eyes and he speaks.

the tattooed man asked. “We don’t really know, all we know is that he or she lives here” Mika replied. The tattooed man became more aggressive as he thought he was being mocked. He tried throwing a punch on Mika’s face,but Mika avoided the punch, and threw three continuous punches on the man’s stomach..The man fell down. “Please don’t kill me, I’m Frank but my friends call me funky,I will help you just let me go”He cried. I nearly laughed.

Adam’s smile never dims as he shrugs and fixes his hair. Henry shakes his head but smiles as well. “Now the young woman next to him is Margo,” he said, once again gesturing with his hand but this time to the quiet girl in the hoodie. I gave her a nod and my attempt at a warm smile, which she returned briefly. “And finally we have Fletcher over there, holding up the wall,” Hull said, teasing dark and mysterious. “Fuck off,” Fletcher told him, flipping him off then re-crossed his arms over his chest.

In this case, it would be best if they all leave. What they had all underestimated was how brainless Frank could be. Frank scoffed and said nonchalantly, “I have a backbone, unlike you guys! Who wants to be as spineless as all of you!” Fane took a deep breath and asked him a question he had been keeping in his heart, “I’m really curious to know how you are alive today? You should have been beaten to death with that stupid brain of yours!”

he asked in annoyance. Frank grunted, “Yeah, she’s sleeping soundly.” He responded while unbuttoning her shirt, displaying her black brassiere. “Fuck!” He mumbled as he admired her perky breast. Frank's reaction caught Jerry’s attention. He turns his head, “What the hell are you doing?” Frank shrugs, “I'm just checking how good the package is. I want to know if her breasts are real,” he explains as he removes her bra, hands it to Jerry, and starts examining her breasts.

Ruby said, "Looking closely, there is nothing wrong anywhere. It's just that when you put it all together, you... seem to have a bit of an excess of male hormones, don't you?" Frank looked guilty. Thanks to the activation of the refined lady system inside him, he managed to squeeze out two drops of cat urine in a coquettish manner, and then pouted at Drake, saying, "Your friend is so rude. How could she humiliate me like that? Hmph." After speaking, Frank turned around and ran away.

Colin quickly placated her, pushing the phone toward her, "See for yourself." Eranthe continued to glare at him, and Colin, somewhat resigned, added, "It's none of my business. I'm making it clear in advance." Eranthe finally picked up the phone and saw Harold and others still laughing, and the images were all Frank's astonished expressions. She couldn't discern anything from it. "Frank is participating in a variety show?" Eranthe noticed the logo in the corner of the screenshot.