Frank N Furter Novels & Stories

I knew it was an officer. “Busy?” He asked again his presence insistent. I finally looked up. And I saw him. Name: Frank. He was shorter than Danny, with thick, greasy hair and a neck that looked like a tree trunk. I kept my back to him, staring at the concrete wall. "I'm just washing up, Officer." "I can see that," he said, his voice slow and thick. I heard his boots scrape against the wet floor as he stepped into my space. "You've got a lot of nice curves, inmate. Such a shame to hide them behind that soap."

Someone called from outside the van. “Yah, we have to go and put in orders for all of the fixtures and such. We should be back at about.. what would you say Fritz? Noon?” “Yah, noon will do it.” Fritz agreed from the other side of the van. “Alright, let me just check the back.” I heard footsteps as the guard made their way to the back. “Hey, were you alright this morning man?” Frank called out to the guard, making the footsteps pause. “With that? Goddess, I think an omega gave me a chocolate filled croissant that had laxatives in it or something. I about near shit my pants when you guys got here!”

He could only hold on. He should not open the barrier anymore. Behind him, the two faced off. Sir Felix had vicious eyes, "I don't need to know the name of the ghost I am about to exterminate." His umbrella opened and turbulent air appeared. "Oho. I am not asking for your name though. But I can tell you my name. I am called Mr. Frank. The great investigator and doctor in my era." Mr. Frank then opened his arms wide. Two small knives appeared. "I haven't fought head to head with a senior grim reaper before. But I still know that I am stronger than you."

Dirty brown hair hung down to his shoulders against the top of a leather vest. Frankie’s TV glowed against the hallway where I stood, and I quietly shut his door before I walked over to pick it up. Once my hand wrapped around the carton, the guy’s boot came up and kicked me in the forehead, sending me back onto the dirty, uncleaned floor. His chuckle danced in and out of my hearing, as bells sounded between my ears. “Stupid prick,” he whispered, snatching the carton and lighting one up. I staggered to stand up, hearing his voice grow loud as I raced to Frankie’s room, shut the door and shoved our only dresser in front of it.

Forget twenty—the average person would have trouble fighting a handful! Meg glanced at Alda, suddenly not surprised by how infatuated the heiress was with Frank—she had certainly judged Frank correctly here! On the other hand, the fat man was terrified. "W-Who are you?!" "No one—just a good Samaritan! Now remember, bully more people, and I'll really kill you!" Frank strode up, kicking and crushing the fat man's leg and knocking him out with sheer agony. Meg soon recovered from her shock and led the staff in cheering. "Isn't Mr. Frankton amazing?!"

Severin smiled and said, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you need to keep your fantasies in check. In fact, I don't intend to apologize to you at all. I wanted to empty the room and shut the door because I didn't want to embarrass you. No one wants to watch me beat up a mutt. In other simpler words, I'm helping you keep your status in check." "What did you just say?" The fat man's mouth twitched. He glared at Severin and shouted, "How dare you call me a mutt?! Don't you wet your pants later when I tell you who I am." "Wet my pants? My, you sure talk big!" Severin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Go on then, tell me your name. Let's see if I'll wet my pants." Franko gritted his teeth an

Sarah Frank's true body is completely exposed to the public, and the sound, voice, and even the sentence in the dialogue are changed. [+6000]: Drama is here again... Breathe... Breathe... [+4500]: She's a super-rich lady in our country. [+4000]: Who is this slutty woman? There is no sage. [+3000]: Whoever shared the link to the sex clip. Please be discreet. [+2700]: Is this the lady of the Hiddleston family? Looking at his face, he looks gentle, but he did not expect it to be so dark inside.

The next day, while I was preparing for the Ashen Mythos game auction, I suddenly received a call from Fronville Hospital. Marvin had slashed his own leg. When the paramedics arrived, he was lying in a pool of blood, laughing uncontrollably, mumbling, "Now Serena will forgive me." The hospital staff said he insisted on speaking to me and refused treatment unless I came in person. His wound was still bleeding heavily, and the floor was soaked red. But I couldn't bring myself to forgive him so easily—not after being lied to, tricked, and humiliated 100 times two years ago.

"But I'll turn уоur соmmеnt bасk оn уоu. Yоu'rе a good looking guy. Yоur chest аnd ѕtоmасh аrе still рrеttу firm. I'm sure уоu саn find a wоmаn any tіmе уоu wаnt." "Thanks fоr thе соmрlіmеnt. I'm dеѕреrаtе enough to bеlіеvе уоu mеаn іt. But еvеn if I still could аttrасt a woman, I think my jоb kіnd оf kеерѕ mе sheltered frоm thе rіght kind." "'Thе rіght kіnd?' Whаt аrе you? A рrіѕоn guard оr something?" Frаnkіе joked.