The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

Harper's legs dangled, spread wide as he positioned himself between them, cockhead nudging her entrance. No preamble—he slammed in with one brutal thrust, his thick shaft splitting her open, bottoming out against her cervix in a gruesome stretch that made her eyes water. Harper's scream tore free despite his hand, raw and desperate, her body convulsing around the invasion. The pain was sweet, raw, her bruised lips yielding to his relentless girth, walls fluttering in surrender. Julius groaned, hips snapping forward again, pounding deep and hard, each drive a possessive claim.

“Regina, look!” I turned immediately to the direction where he pointed and spotted it, even clearer than he did. There was something out there—a figure, the shape of a wolf, standing at the top of a hill. I could only get it’s silhouette and the glow of its fiery red eyes, which seemed to be staring right at us. I stood alongside Ryker, dropping the piece of meat I had in my hand to the ground. “It’s them! It’s the Mountain Men!” I cried. “You wouldn’t find them!” Ray quoted. “They would find you!”

Beta Franklin re emerges and finds me in the corner my parents and sister not knowing how to console me with not knowing what exactly happened. Hey there iron fist Franklin jokes. What did he want pulling his phone from his pocket he produces a picture of a beautiful baby girl with two different color eyes one sparking grey like mines and one a dark brown almond color. How, show did you get this I snatch the phone from him flicking through his pictures. She is beautiful my heart begins to beat more heavily.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Mr Franklin. __Our jaws dropped..... staring_ _at the movie in front of us._ _ _Mr Franklin. Judith whispered and_ _immediately the man's head_ _snapped to our direction._ _What the heck? I yelled and we all_ _started running down the hill._ _Unfortunately the two wolves caught_ _up to us and began splitting heads from bodies._ _I quickly hid myself in a small cave panting hard._ __Then it dawned to me, I was the only survival._

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??

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

NARRATIVE POV The flames consumed the old cabin, and the smoke filled the forest. Frankie watched from a safe distance away, watching as the fire started to tear down and burned to ruin her final resting place. Who had set the fire? She wasn’t sure, but her three wolves flanked her sides and ensured that no one detected their presence. Frankie hadn’t awoken yet. She was still hollowed and adapting to being physically on earth again. The burning flames flickered over the gloss of her blackened eyes. Her face held no emotion. She watched with a curious emptiness, but could not turn away.

Franklin replied ominously. The door to the house we needed to check out was locked so Franklin kneeled down in front of it and started trying to pick the lock. He could have broken down the door much quicker but we didn’t need the kind of attention that would bring down upon us. As he worked I watched the street for any signs of people heading our way, until my curiosity got the better of me. “Can you just spit it out, this whole cryptic vampire thing really doesn’t do it for me.”