The Franklin In The Canterbury Tales Novels & Stories

“It’s impossible. “How is it possible? “How could Thomas still leave the room? This doesn’t make sense! It should not have happened this way!” Franklin was really flustered. In his imagination, Thomas should have been beaten to death. He did not understand why Thomas could still defeat Braxton when the poison had affected him. “Was there something wrong with the poison?” Franklin shook his head. No, he had experimented with the poison countless times. Forget a human, even a lion or an elephant would become so weak that it could not stand upright.

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 said the person he saw was tall and Henry said the culprit was probably a woman. Did I fucking look in the eye of the culprit, held her hands without knowing??

I called out and nudged her but she wouldn’t budge. “Go through the back, Donovan is waiting for you!” Franklin screamed, it was impossible to talk without screaming. I stared at Mirable and couldn’t bring my feet to move. Franklin noticed my reluctance and shouted again. “Go, I’ll take care of Mirable!” I clenched my palm and darted my gaze between Franklin who was beating the life out of the men which was now causing unwanted attention and Mirable who was barely halfway supported by the counter. “Shit! Why is my life full of so many hard decisions”

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.

After making a call to Anna, Alex did not care about the noise downstairs and turned to look at Franklin. At this moment, he had already been scared out of his mind as his face turned pale. “Do you wish to die or live?” Franklin wished dearly that he could go around to beg for help now. Upon hearing his words, he hurriedly cried and said, “I wish to live. I wish to live, Bro... Brother, please forgive me. Just treat me like a fart and let me go!”

"I thought you knew better and we all thought high of you. How could you have dropped so low and lose? You couldn't keep your groin from the woman who was meant for your son?" "You are mistaken, Lord Earnest," Franklin replied. "I have not done this out of a lack of self-control. I have been with many women before now, but I have never allowed any I wasn't legally engaged with. I have never had any mistresses. So, this is not a question of self-control. I felt a bond with the princess. If this hadn't happened, I wouldn't have looked her way." "What do you mean by you felt a bond to her?" It was Lord Frederick who spoke now and he was not anything patient.

He knew better than to cross the geriatric, a snap of his finger could end him. “Leave my study.” Franklin said in a disturbingly calm voice that sent shivers down the man's spine. But the shivers engulfed him whole because he had no spine. He was a spineless man who did each and every bidding of Franklin. And if he happened to develop a spine, he'd become lost in history and life. So the man stood up and walked out of the room quietly. Franklin tapped on the table bell once, twice, thrice, and then it turned into a furious pounding of the bell until it sank into the table, breaking the glass table. And then, the table looked to have gape holes.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me like I need a pat on the head and a breathalyser.” “Because I remember your wife,” Frank said. “And because there’s a difference between mad and haunted.” He shifted. “There’s a room under the sacristy. Books that shouldn’t be read lightly. A Jesuit left them when he passed through in ‘83. He said our coast holds old stories the old people wouldn’t name. He called them ‘things that don’t forgive.’” A pause. “I don’t like the books. But sometimes you don’t need to like a ladder to climb out of a hole.”

“This woman has a lot of men she runs around with. Don’t waste your hard-earned money on her. Go home and listen to your parents.” Franklin, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. His previously relaxed posture stiffened, and his eyes darkened as he fixed the attendant with a piercing glare. His gaze was so cold and intense that the attendant took an involuntary step back. “Do you realize you can be sued for this?” Franklin asked, his tone measured but deadly serious. “Sued? For what?” the attendant shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. She crossed her arms, trying to maintain her confidence. “I’m just trying to help you. You should be grateful!”