The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

“You do realize you just got engaged, right? Don’t fall too deep too fast! Keep your eyes open and see him clearly first.” Unexpectedly, Karsyn, looking utterly smitten with heart-shaped eyes, gazed at the person sitting across from her. “Too late, I’m already in too deep!” Britney looked at her hopeless expression and sighed. “I’m giving you a serious warning—Franklin is not someone you or I can easily figure out! He’s deep and calculating. So, once again, be careful!” She was just short of grabbing the utensils on the table to threaten her. “Relax! Your dear sister here has titanium-alloy-enhanced eyes—I see everything clearly!” Karsyn pointed to her own eyes. “Besides, he hasn’t done anyt

"Hey, don't cry! I'm not angry." Frank patted Emily stiffly on the back. He felt strange. This was the first time he had faced a toddler so close. "Is there any pain?" Emily shook her head. After wiping her eyes with her tiny hands, she stepped away from Frank. Her tears had stopped running, but her face was still as red as a tomato. "Does your leg hurt?" Frank didn't budge. Not only because of the thoughtful question, but also because of the eyes that glittered like silver. In his entire life, he had never found eyes more beautiful than his.

But not a lot. I go over to the restroom to wash my face. I need some shock. Stepping in front of the sink, my reflection glares back at me. I've been sleeping enough, but my eyes look red. And my skin is pale. I look like a sad dog. My ochre eyes like dirty dishwater. Leaving the locker rooms, I walk to the bleachers. More kids have shown up, and I see that Dane, Pike, and Jack have moved to stand near where we gather when Mr. Hilliard makes us.

CALI'S POV I got the window seat in the plane and I was very thankful because looking at the clouds made me at ease. I took a deep breath. I had no idea about what I was going to do when I got to New York. I was alone and now I was a rogue wolf. I placed my headphones on my ears and closed my eyes. Travelling from L.A to New York was five hours and I knew it was going to be a long five hours, so I decided to get some sleep. I was just about to drift off into sleep when my nose caught a scent. I ignored it because being a werewolf, you tend to smell everything at an heightened rate. I opened my eyes and scanned the plane for whoever or whatever I thought I smelled. The person's scent was so s

My eyes momentarily shifted to a group of vultures circling a tall tree, their calls filling the air. Curiosity piqued, the lady confessed, "I have never seen one before." There was a hint of longing in her voice, a desire to explore beyond the confines of our jungle surroundings. "Heretic never allows us to leave this jungle," she added, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Why?" I inquired, eager to uncover the reasons behind our confinement. However, before I could receive an answer, Heretic returned, a black nylon bag in hand. The lady swiftly stood up, a hint of apprehension in her movements.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

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.

He rubbed his eyes because he thought he was seeing a ghost or a spirit that was sent to punish him for his crimes. "It cannot be her because I saw her go under the dark water with my own eyes and no one can survive a fall from that height into the rocks. I am surely going crazy just like my Alpha if I think that a dead girl is running through the trees in the middle of the day," Frank whispered. He moved a little bit closer and his heart started to beat very fast against his ribs like a trapped bird.

Lysaa snapped, yanking away the moment she was seated. Franklin smirked but ignored her, kicking the car into reverse and flooring it. As the vehicle sped down the road, I turned to him, my grip still firm around the twins. “What the hell did you do?” Franklin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I took a page out of Lysaa’s book.” I frowned. “Meaning?” “I started a fire.” My brows shot up. “I climbed over the wall, snuck into the palace grounds, and set a bush on fire,” Franklin explained. “Figured it’d buy you enough time to get out.”

The truth will break him but he had to hear it. "She’s not waiting, son. She’s not coming back." Franklin's vision became blurry and before she knew it, he collapsed.