Failure Frame Characters Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

There was no escape. I replayed the fight again, still trying to focus on the face. I was so sure it was Dimitri. I could almost smell it. He had an identical shoulder injury to the one Liam has now, but the creature I fought also had an injury on his calf and his face was snarled. Nathan's voice sounded muffled when I heard it, like there was glass between us. “Elana? Elana, it's going to be okay. He's going to get help, I promise.”

They burned alive inside. When I learned how my parents died, I couldn't breathe. A heart attack killed me on the spot. Scenes from my past life flashed through my mind. Then, that little red flower suddenly froze in my thoughts. How could I have missed such a detail? I shouted desperately, "There's something wrong with the evidence chain. I know who framed me!"

Kat's P.O.V I was currently sitting on the cold metal floor. Tears were staining my eyes as the thought of loosing Jack flooded my mind. "I can't loose Jack." I said to myself Loosing Jack is not an option. While wiping my tear stained face I started hearing gun shots. "Fuck Jack is here!" I yelled to myself. I attempted to jump up but immediately got pulled back. The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me.

Inside the barrier, amidst the turbulent roar of the enormous demon, a loud boom sounded. Two figures were pushed back by the tremendous force. The two balls of hurricane clashed and caused everything to be swept away. Sir Felix struggled to stand up. His body received a huge impact from the explosion, but his umbrella was still fine. On the other hand, Mr. Frank, had his arm broken. But as someone who had attached limbs, he could quickly reattach them later. Mr. Frank stood up and laughed, "That's a great showdown! I wonder if you can last a round or two."

It was as if a distant voice reached him through the darkness clouding his mind. Suddenly, Liam staggered back as though struck by an invisible force. The dark energy snapped away. He stumbled a few steps backward, breathing heavily, his chest rising violently as if he had just surfaced from deep water. The smoke around him began to fade. *** Felix lay still on the bed, his body aching from the earlier fight. A dull pain throbbed at the back of his head where he had hit the railing, and for a moment, he simply stared at the ceiling, trying to steady his breathing. Slowly, he turned his head toward the window and froze. A tall figure stood there. Even without seeing his face clearly, Felix re

Those words cemented my "crime." The scene spiraled completely out of control. In the chaos, a young man roared, "Faking a fracture, are you? Let me see you fake it now!" Before his words finished, he lifted his foot and kicked hard into the side of my wheelchair. The unstable wheelchair flipped over instantly. I lost my balance and crashed onto the cold floor. Then the family member raised his foot and stomped with all his strength on my freshly cast right leg. "Ah!" A bone-piercing pain tore through my entire body.

Lilianna’s body hit the ground with a thud as the apparent mind control was broken. “Grab her,” I said weakly as I passed out.

The school bully bullies a female student, then pins the blame on me. I immediately call the police, only for my own mother to give testimony for him instead. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the law or cover for you! What you did was against the law. I'll only have you sent away for a few years to straighten you out." Due to her false testimony, I am thrown into prison for three years. Three years later, my mother looks at me with remorse and says, "I owed the bully's father my life. You've paid off that debt with three years of your life. From now on, we can put everything behind us and live a happy life!" Upon hearing her words, I scoff and throw my lawyer's complaint at her. "No,

Jean rewound the footage and it showed a tall man in a baseball hat, shades and face mask enter hurriedly. “I don't recognize him.” Jo admitted. “Me too. Jean can you run facial recognition?” Ash asked. “If you think I can run a facial recognition with how grainy this footage is and how covered his face is, then you probably watch too many TV shows for your own good.” Jean proclaimed. Minutes later, the footage showed a gangster and his thugs walk up the stairs with swagger and duffel bags. “J-Cane.” Ash and Jo said simultaneously. “You know him?” Jean asked.