Franklin's Library Novels & Stories

Sir Franklin moved to the door, peeping through as he opened it slowly. "Please help me. She has lost a lot of blood. She told me there's an old friend who lives here and said his name is Sir Franklin. Hopefully, I think that would be you, right." The lady was crying. I couldn't help but feel for her. I stepped out to see who it might be. That voice reminds me so much of Lauren. Sir Franklin widened the door, I heard him say something like Nyx, possibly I misheard him. He quickly gives the young lady a hand. I stepped forward again to get a better glimpse.

Lysaa snapped, yanking away the moment she was seated. Franklin smirked but ignored her, kicking the car into reverse and flooring it. As the vehicle sped down the road, I turned to him, my grip still firm around the twins. “What the hell did you do?” Franklin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I took a page out of Lysaa’s book.” I frowned. “Meaning?” “I started a fire.” My brows shot up. “I climbed over the wall, snuck into the palace grounds, and set a bush on fire,” Franklin explained. “Figured it’d buy you enough time to get out.”

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

This time, I headed straight to the library, intent on finding all the families that had the ability to draw other people's pain. Franklin comes from one of them, and that's the key to saving him!

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.

The man was standing facing a large bookshelf in the corner of the room. "Mr. Franklin, you called me?" I asked after knocking on the door and he gave me permission to sit. Mr Franklin looked back while staying in place. He stared at me a little longer without words. I don't know why I feel anxious. Although after that Mr. Franklin smiled, I'm not satisfied yet. "Yes, Jonas. I want to talk to you." I nodded. Mr Franklin pulled a piece of paper from a brown envelope on his desk before sitting directly facing me.

She waves her hand like I’m talking nonsense and says, “You look gorgeous in it and I bet we can find you some decent flats that will go well.” I breathe out, deciding I don’t want to waste my energy arguing with her. Annabelle asks, “So, what was it that future Alpha Tony wanted?” Franklin frowns and furrows his eyebrows and I tell Annabelle, “Private business. Nothing for you to worry about.” Annabelle presses her lips together, I can see that she wants to argue, but she doesn’t want us to have tension. Franklin looks between us, obviously confused, and then he says, “I need to go get something. I’ll be back.”

I asked, still cautiously. “I just came to see if you need anything for the Alpha? I’m Francis and I run the library. I couldn't bear to leave it. If it gets burned down we’ll lose so much of our history,” he said, looking sad. I relaxed when I didn’t sense a threat and opened the door a bit more. “Oh! Luna Lola,” the male said, dipping his head.

"What are you saying Fe." "Do not act dumb with me Frankie. Don't even try it! You know what I'm saying, so tell me." Felix replied. "Fe, I honestly do not have any idea of what you're saying. I do no... " "Why then were you choking her last night Frank? You'd better start talking." Felix warned him. Franklin stood up from the bed immediately. He quickly rushed to the door and turned the lock before proceeding to shut the windows. "Who told you such rubbish?" He asked after ensuring their privacy.

He gives her a withering glare and says, “Yes, Tiffany.” She gives him a cheerful smile and asks, “I’m sorry for interrupting your riveting speech, Mr. Franklin, but I really have to go to the ladies’ room. It’s women's problems if you know what I mean.” She ends with a wink. Mr. Franklin’s face turns red at her suggestion. Mr. Franklin is a sweet guy in his forties. He’s pretty average looking with sandy hair and a goatee mustache. Unlike other teachers, he’s pretty trendy with his blue jeans, plaid shirt, brown penny loafers, and a camel-colored corduroy jacket. However, he’s still a bit awkward when it comes to girls. He waves at the door and stutters out. “Go…go ahead, Tiffany.”