The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

His presence filled the room with light and power. No one could resist those eyes... which were filled with calmness and politeness. He looked like the epitome of perfection. However... somewhere away from the eyes of others, his eyes glinted occasionally. Gloom and resentment mixed heavily within his beautiful eyes... [Ding! The host has unlocked the second favorability interface] [Congratulations, host. The second target, Franklin, finally appears. Good luck, host!] Finn's eyes widened in shock.

Eliza smiles at her, “Hazel, wonderful to see you. I need to check in with the second.” She grins and her teeth are all pointed, and her purple lips peel backwards creepily. Her nose was small, pointy and upturned, and her eyes that looked almost too large for her head, are iridescent compound eyes that bulge out of her skull with no eyelids. Her long whiplike tongue flashes out and licks them clean. Ash does his best not to flinch as she seems to be staring at him.

Zion stood up holding his bag so we could leave, but I was struck by an insight. “Wait a minute…” I muttered, looking at Zion. “What is it?” He sighed, almost looking tired. “Franklin also has golden eyeballs.” I muttered, breathing really hard. “Like, Franklin the beast?” Zion asked, and I nodded. I realized that I never really mentioned his name. “Is that a normal beastly thing or that was the color of his eyes right before?” I asked, and he shook his head. He opened his bag and brought out the book that was with him. He was reading the one I had read before.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

I could hear the blood in my ears. I looked up slowly. I wanted to run. Mark Thorne was standing in the doorway. He had a security badge on his jacket. He looked thinner than before. He had stubble on his jaw and a scar on his cheek.. It was his eyes that scared me. They were wide. Fixed on me. "Mark " I said, my voice barely coming out. He stepped into the room. Let the door close behind him. He did not look at the screens or the fancy decor. He just looked at me. "They told me you were dead El. They said you drowned in the lake. But you are looking like a queen."

Franklin Sterling POV "My fangs are going to rip your throat out if your mouth spreads one more fake rumor about my friend, Matron!" Fanny barks, stepping his heavy boots directly between my body and Yvette Actonward’s snarling face. Yvette glares at me like I am a piece of moldy forest trash, her scent turning completely sour with disbelief. "This rustic wildland boy cannot possibly hold a true bond with the master designers of the high citadel! Master Fanny, your tracker nose must be completely broken today! Your eyes are mistaking this country stray for another warrior named klinton, and Franklin is just playing along with your stupid blunder to steal your respect!"

The window above the sink that showed, she crossed to it immediately, she couldn’t help herself, the garden. And above the garden. The mountain. Right there. Framed by the kitchen window as if placed deliberately. She stood at the sink and looked at the mountain through the window where his father had stood washing up and looked at the mountain. Her throat tightened. “He stood here,” she said quietly. Not to anyone specifically. Amara came to stand beside her. Looked out the window. “Every morning,” she said. “Coffee first. Then the window.” A pause. “He said the mountain was a good way to start a day. Something that reminded you there were things bigger than whatever you had to deal with.”

He ran over to the house hoping that it wasn't burning down. When got to the top of the hill the image of the house brought tears to his eyes. Matthew fell to his knees and cried. He was crying like a baby he couldn't stop it. For sure he knew that he was going to behind in work but he never thought about this. The house was completed finish the door and roof was up.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

He wanted Winifred to see through this man named Chris Hill. “Winifred, I’ve sent you a video through the messaging application. I hope you can stay calm after watching it.” Winifred was stunned. She subconsciously grabbed her phone on the coffee table. Once she played the video and saw Haydn’s face in it, her heart thumped loudly. She knew this face inside the video all too well! Winifred would never forget the person who had kidnapped her and drugged her six years ago. Especially this person’s glass eye. It still gave Winifred nightmares to this day. It was the person with the glass eyeball who had pushed her off a cliff in her dreams.