The Hill Has Eyes Franklin Novels & Stories

Atlas said with glassy eyes. I nodded, racing through the flowers and dragging him along, eyes wide in awe as the vast estate filled with flowers. I traced all the flowers, my fingers shaking as if they would vanish and this could all be a dream. I knew my life was a nightmare and I hoped Atlas would stick with me, but it became a fairytale and he was in it. MY prince charming was in this fairytale. “Oh, no,no,no,” Atlas said, wiping my tears. “If you start crying now, your tears will be dried up before my second surprise”