Franklin's Library Novels & Stories

When i was a few meters away to get there, i received a phone call from Mr Franklin, he said i should find him to the library, he had something important to tell me. I had to decide whether to continue going where i was going or i should go to the library, i decided, i changed the plan and went to the library, i realized that Mr Franklin would have something very important for me. I rushed to the library and found Mr Franklin all alone in the library. I wondered what happened to the library, in the beginning the library was always full of readers but those days days i could find less or nor reader. "Take a sit and feel free" Mr Franklin said .

The last thing I needed was to be stuck in this car if the two of them came to physical blows. “It’s quite simple. I will get you into the party but from there it will be up to you. You will need to speak to alpha Dalton and convince him to help you infiltrate the Kennedy pack.” “So you’re not going to help us at all? Why are you here again?” Franklin was no longer pretending to be civil. He was frustrated by the way the evening was going and his fingers were digging into my hips and he tried to control some of his rage. “I’m going to get you into the party.”

I sat in the library, reading a book I had begun before Franklin passed away. Due to the craziness of the last few months, I could not read. I had not heard of the author, but the book seemed interesting. The door to the library creaked, and the scent of hot tea and peanut butter filled my senses. I look over the couch to see Ash walking in with a cup of tea, honey, and a plate of apple slices and peanut butter, “Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, “I thought you might want a snack.” I smiled, marking my spot in the book and taking the offering from him,

Franklin had designed it as a playground for adults with too much power and too much stress, which was exactly why he rarely stayed there after meeting Cassie, because the place felt hollow without her presence softening its edges. He always missed her. “It looks like you’ve got all the liquor we’ll need,” Lucien said, already scanning the glass shelves lined with expensive bottles that caught the light like trophies. Franklin smiled again, though it stopped short of warmth. “Yeah, have whatever you want.” The men wasted no time, gravitating toward the bar as though drawn by instinct, pouring drinks with casual familiarity while Sienna turned in a slow circle, taking everything in with wide-

Richard’s mouth fell open as if to speak but he closed it quickly, fearing he might stutter. They had been sitting and talking: George mentioned where Tommy Truitt’s current construction site was, in case he was interested. He also informed him of the recent passing of an unfortunate, ailment-plagued lady named Mrs. Wintermute who was just laid to rest over the weekend, a retired teacher of Michelle and Rich’s. Franklin knew her, he’d confided, recalling vaguely how the woman used to help him during the book fairs in elementary school, when he could never seem to make up his mind and choose from the array of books available.

“She’s way up here and I’m way down here. Besides, she treats me like furniture most of the time.” “She does seem kind of mean to you. My best friend has a theory that when someone is unnecessarily mean to a specific person, it means they like them.” Franklin chuckled. For a moment he stared ahead at the road, the smile fading into something quieter. “She’s mean to everyone,” he said finally. “That’s just how she is.” He took me to the market first, a wide open space crowded with vendors selling produce, spices, and handmade jewelry. From there we stopped at a bakery where I had the best cinnamon roll I’d ever tasted, then a park overlooking the river where people sat along the railing watch

Whatever Seraphine was willing to offer to keep her position in Alpha Austin’s spotlight, I’m certain it was a higher price than I was willing to pay. The library was different to Fyrestones. No hidden, musty corners or high floors to run off to. All the tables were in the centre, everyone on full display. Abandoned to my own devices I started scribbling notes. I hoped the more I focused on vague facts and battles I’d never heard of that my mind would switch off from its constant train of thought.

For their information, Killian was the one who approached me and from then on keeps on bugging me. "Good Morning Miss Blythe, you look lovely today." I greeted the librarian with joy. She really is very lovely and on top of that, she doesn't like to chit chat nonsense things. That's why we get along very well. "Not as lovely as you, dear. Go on and read your books" she greeted me back. I smiled and nodded at her then headed straight to my favorite spot of the library. Anne Frank: The Diary of A Young Girl. Currently reading it now. Her story is quite interesting though.

enclave to which she was denied access. She was always alert during the few seconds when the door opened for Frankie's visitors to enter. If she was quick, she could glimpse inside that forbidden compartment. What she saw was a couple of ordinary and disappointing rooms. At the front was a small office with a desk and a telephone. Behind it was an anteroom with several wooden filing cabinets and a huge cast-iron safe. One afternoon, when Frankie hurried out of the office and left the door wide open, an opportunity arose to inspect those rooms more closely. Arlyne, who had been playing in the chapel, looked down the hall and felt extremely fortunate. Fearful that the lapse meant nothing more

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.