Franklin's Books Novelas e Histórias

Franklin was feared not because he was reckless, but because he was deliberate. Where most men would charge forward, Franklin observed, calculated, and acted only when it mattered. He didn’t prove himself with words. He proved himself with action. Action, after all, spoke louder than words. Later that night, when Franklin returned home, Jonathan was still awake, pacing restlessly as though he had misplaced something invaluable. “She’s not here,” Franklin said flatly. “She went out with her friends.” Jonathan froze. “You let her go?” Franklin’s eyes turned cold. “Is she a prisoner?”

A single search appeared before him, and it showed the words, 'Bionic eyes'. Ben searched for the book and found it in a place where people didn't often take books from, the shelf and the books in it were very old. Ben found the book that he looked for, it was a book with very few pages. The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly.

"Can I come in?" With a sigh, he stepped aside. "Make it quick. I don't have time for any discussion that would upset me this morning." I didn't bother to say anything to that. Once inside, I scanned the piles of books scattered around his desk, old leather-bound books, journals with pages falling out, handwritten notes in looping script. I had never seen Frank desk untidy. He was a stupidly clean freak. "You still have those books on werewolves, right? The ones about... uh, rogues?"

When Franklin was read his rights and cuffed, he didn't react. He didn't seem to be aware of what was happening. But when the officers tried to march him to the door, his knees buckled. One of them had to grab his collar to stop him from collapsing on the carpet. Ashton watched Franklin being hauled out, head low, mouth open, limbs too loose to resist. The tension in Ashton's chest lifted. Franklin's crimes—money laundering, falsified records, offshore transfers, tax fraud—had racked up a case worth over a hundred million.

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.

Stefany replied with a smile. "The story is very interesting and makes me feel happy." "Your favorite book?" Mr. Frank looked at his daughter with a sharp gaze, as if searching for the truth in Stefany's words. "What's the title?" the father inquired. "Oh, the title is Adventures in the Mist. The book is about friendship and adventures in the wild." Stefany explained, trying to sound convincing to her father. "Through that book, I learned a lot about the importance of friendship." Mr. Frank was silent for a moment, nodding slowly. "Sounds good. I hope you can take lessons from that book," the father said again.

Franklin Sterling POV "My fangs are going to rip your throat out if your mouth spreads one more fake rumor about my friend, Matron!" Fanny barks, stepping his heavy boots directly between my body and Yvette Actonward’s snarling face. Yvette glares at me like I am a piece of moldy forest trash, her scent turning completely sour with disbelief. "This rustic wildland boy cannot possibly hold a true bond with the master designers of the high citadel! Master Fanny, your tracker nose must be completely broken today! Your eyes are mistaking this country stray for another warrior named klinton, and Franklin is just playing along with your stupid blunder to steal your respect!"

YARA. Franklin glared at me like what I said was a lie or something. With the kids, Franklin was always vocal about how he felt about me, unlike Sophia who just kept to herself. But I was sure if that little girl could speak, she would follow her brother's lead. “Hey lady. Stop dreaming. Who gave you such confidence to think that you looked much prettier than Natalie?” Franklin gave me the side-eye. “Y-You...” I mean I knew he hated me but if there was one thing Franklin wasn't, that was a liar.

I stuttered, feeling my heart pound. “You should know better than to lie to me.” Franklin said, walking towards me with an angry face. “Franklin, please calm down.” I begged, standing up from the chair. He had already seen the book, so there was no need to hide it anymore. “Why should I?” He asked, looking at the book. I raised my hands up, and I was moving back slowly with every step closer he took. The slow, loud thuds were getting to me, making me shake at every one of them.

Mr Franklin was so friendly, he would make you laugh all day with his funny folktales. "Welcome little boy, follow me here i should show you the new books" he said heading to the libraries VIP. He took me to a corridor full of new books, all the books were new in that corridor and i had so much pleasure on them. I didn't know which one to pick because they were all promising to be good. I could pick 5 or more if it was allowed. "I will spend my boring time here" i said to myself. I picked a J. R. R Tolkien new book called the strange girl then i sat comfortably to enjoy the ride.