Franklin's Books Novels & Stories

"What if I make mistakes? What if I forget important family stories or traditions?" "Then we'll make new stories and traditions," Alek replied firmly. "Franklin didn't want you to be him, Emma. He wanted you to be you—just with the foundation he provided." Emma thought about this, feeling some of the panic ease. Franklin had spent his last weeks giving her tools, not expectations. His restructured businesses, his letters of guidance, his stories about family history—all of it was meant to support her choices, not limit them. "The babies won't remember him," she said sadly.

Now, Franklin was telling me he could not live without Natalie, that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Damn it! I felt like punching Franklin. He didn’t know that I was in love with his short wife. He called Natalie ugly and insulted her, even in my presence. He hadn’t posted about being married. But to my surprise, Franklin hadn't entertained any prostitutes even when he visited my club.

This was something I needed to listen to on my own terms. Franklin Adler's office smelled like old books and printer paper. This was the kind of office that had looked the exact same for decades and had no plans to change. He stood when we walked in, and I could see right away that he was nervous. This wasn’t the polite kind of nervousness people put on when they met someone they'd read about. No, this was the nervousness of a man who had been carrying something heavy for a very long time and was finally being asked to say it out.

The two of them started eating. Franklin had excellent self-discipline. He always ate his meals slowly and chewed his food thoroughly. Moreover, he had a strict routine. For example, no matter where he placed his teacup, he would always return it to its original position after drinking from it, without making any changes to its location. In comparison, Karsyn was like a bold and daring figure... "That day, I saw you walking together with Ernesto..." Suddenly, Franklin spoke. Karsyn thought for a moment, it should be the last time it rained...

He chuckled. Mr. Franklin had us pick activities from a mystery box. Anna and Jane chose ones that required the books, while I picked the one that needed a trip to the library to answer the questions. I was surprised Adrian picked the same thing. “This one, I think this would help,” he said, handing me a book. I glanced at the title. He had a point. I sat at the table and started reading. “Wait, let me see,” he said, standing behind me, leaning closer to read the words. He was too close.

Franklin strode into the bar, slid a wad of dollar bills across the counter, and said, cold and flat, “Mix me something strong. I want to get high. Keep the change.” He turned, eyes sweeping the room, and muttered under his breath, anger tightening his jaw. “Christy thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the world? I’ll show her. She’s not all that.” “Your drink, sir,” the barman ventured. Franklin pivoted, grabbed the glass, and threw it back in one go. He scanned the bar again and spotted a pretty woman at a corner table. “Call that lady for me,” he told the barman.

As I walked up to the counter, a grim-faced librarian gave me a dubious look. I said, maintaining a calm tone, "I'm searching for documents pertaining to the Harrington family." She knitted her brow. "Access to such archives is restricted. Are you cleared? After a moment of hesitation, I took Williams' business card out of my purse. I introduced myself as Mrs. Franklin in the hopes that my name would be significant enough to get me a job. Although there was still scepticism in her eyes, her demeanour softened a little. She said, "Wait here," and vanished via a side door.

He lays them down and covers them up, before he grabs their favorite book off of the bookshelf across the room. They have a reading chair beside it that he sits in. He reads them Franklin In The Dark, which they love. Both boys have it memorized but the still want to hear it every night. Dani stands inside the door to listen. When the book is over, they both kiss the boys and leave the room.

He intertwined his fingers and kept them on the suitcase while waiting for her answer. It would seem to anyone who saw him with a magnifying glass weird but Natalie was used to it. It wasn't the first time she saw him with one and it definitely wouldn't be the last. “It's that nanny, Hailey.” Franklin opened his mouth to reply her when his phone rang. He picked it and swiped the screen then put it to his ear. “I'm on my way.” Franklin said standing up. He put the phone in his pocket and picked his staff, he never went anywhere without it. He picked the briefcase and magnifying glass afterwards and made for the exit of his study.

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.