Franklin's Library Novels & Stories

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.

Franklin stared at the headline on Mirable’s phone, his face a storm of anger and his jaw tightened, he pushed back his chair abruptly while his legs scraping loudly against the floor. “That spoiled brat thinks he can play games,” he muttered, standing to leave. Mirable grabbed his wrist, her voice sharp. “Franklin, stop. You’re not in any position to interfere in my life.” Franklin turned to her, his icy demeanor replaced by something raw and pained. “Not in any position? Mirable, you’re not just some—”

Annie would be coming to see her at 7am, she couldn’t wait for that long so she called one of the maids to help her have a wash and informed them about the three guests. The library is situated on the second storey above the ground floor. The four men walk fast but quietly. They pass some close doors and the three men are wondering as to how many people live in this huge house. The dim light in the hallway is enough for them to see where they are going. Francois stops in front of a polished old oak door. He pulls a hanging switch and an old antique lamp lights up. Then he takes out a key from his pocket. The three men saw this and had the same thoughts as to why put a lock on a library door?

Alexandru Point of View I stare round the Library, and I feel a sense of pride at Rick, at our Pack. He really did funish it, equip it wuth everything it needs. There are huge shelves, reading nooks, everything to make reading comfortable. I carefully open the pack of books, and arrange them on the shelves, the way Francia wants. We have gotten a little bit close, She's very hardworking and passionate about what she does. "If that book falls, I'll bundle your ass out of here." She snaps, almost making me drop the books

replied Oliver. Marissa did not say anything. They stopped in front of a big building with library written on it in bold prints. Marissa was awe struck when they got inside. The library was big and equipped with modern technologies. “ What type of book are you looking for Luna?” asked Frank. “ It's okay. I can find my way. You can wait for me” replied Marissa. She did not want them to know that she was looking for books on witchcraft. “No Luna. Who will help you with carrying the books?” asked Oliver. Marissa laughed.

"I saw the library, it's ridiculous." "Obviously not all the books, Mike." he scoff. "I went through the covers and I read a few who could have had something, but there was nothing. The lady in the library - Frida - she's still searching and will tell me if she finds anything." The main base has more books. Alexandra thought. Still, she knew they wouldn't find anything there. Alexandra has read majority of the books, and they were nothing compared to the amount they have in here. Adom also has many books...

"It's time I stopped running." They stepped out of the elevator together, not completely healed but at least facing in the same direction again. Franklin, somehow already in the library despite his supposed inability to use the stairs, watched them with poorly disguised satisfaction. "Productive elevator ride?" he inquired innocently. "Very subtle, Grandpa," Emma said dryly. "Subtlety is overrated at my age," Franklin replied without an ounce of remorse. "Now, about those contracts..." "There are no contracts, are there?" Alek guessed.

Franny met me at the front door of the small mansion when I arrived on Thanksgiving afternoon. “We need to talk before I introduce you to my parents,” she told me softly while she pulled me toward the library in the hallway next to the foyer. I saw Melvin the butler smiling slightly as we passed him on his way towards the kitchen. “Dinner will be in two hours, Miss Francis,” he announced.

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.

"It was a lot smaller back then. This library is one of the few things that hasn't changed. I mean, the books are mostly newer, but these are the same old wooden shelves we had back then." They looked around at the spacious room, and then he chuckled again. Sarah looked at him. "I just realized I missed a couple of things," he said, shaking his head. He pointed to a spot near where the front desk was. "We used to have an actual card catalogue back then. I don't think there was a computer in the library." He grinned and looked at her. "And our librarian was a really old lady with white hair, instead of a pretty young woman." He took another sip of his coffee. Sarah's eyes were wide. Had he re