Failure Frame Volume 11 Novels & Stories

I tried to hold it in. I failed. My voice broke into something unrecognizable: desperate. Raw. The men didn’t react. Not one of them. They just kept filming. The blows blurred together, one after another. Pain became everything: hot, white, endless. My vision swam. The room tilted. My ears rang so loudly I could barely hear myself anymore. My body started to give out; it couldn’t keep up. At the final strike, something in me snapped. My strength collapsed completely. My head dropped forward, on the verge of losing consciousness. —

Micro movements are all I am comfortable with. Fran is starting to stir and stretch. Fran- Save me for Atlas. You got these assholes. I will have to fight Atlas. The plane lands and Frank comes to pick me up. As he grabs my arm, I use my momentum to swing and elbow him in the back of the head, knocking him out. The warriors start charging and I drop all three, snapping their necks. Frank is clearly drunk. I walk over and look down at him. “You were always a problem. I told him to leave you alone,” Frank spits blood from his mouth.

" The words pricked at me like a tiny, relentless needle, barely there, yet sharp enough to lodge deep in my chest. I had no strength to pull it out, no way to ease the ache, and it stayed with me, subtle but constant, gnawing quietly. Vivian pressed her hand to her side, inching closer with cautious, deliberate steps. "Aaron... what's wrong? You never lose your temper with me," she murmured, her voice soft but insistent. I let out a low, hollow whisper. "Claire... she's gone." The words drained me completely. My body slumped into the sofa as if it had no memory of strength.

It crashes to the tile. I drag it to the bedroom door. I wedge the corner of the bathroom door into the crack. A lever. I brace my feet against the wall. I pull with everything I have. CRACK. The frame shatters. The deadbolt rips free of the dry rot. The bedroom door swings open. I sprint down the hallway. It’s empty. Ghostly. I fly down the stairs, skipping steps, my hand sliding down the railing. The clubhouse is silent. Eerily silent.

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,

"How could you do something this abominable out of jealousy? Do you know that 58 innocent people died because of the fire you started! I want a divorce!" After watching Jessica's dramatic performance, I retorted icily, "What are you talking about? I have nothing to do with the fire in the old district! You said I started it? Show me the evidence!" At that moment, Stanley walked in, his face streaked with soot. He glared at me, his eyes bloodshot. "I know you're better at the job than me and more popular with everyone than I am, Craig! To be honest, I've always admired you. I also know that you can't accept that I was made the captain over you.

But every time he thought of those indecent photos, and every time he looked at his home that was missing its mistress, the pain in his chest became too much to bear. He was afraid he would break if he stepped inside. But after a week, intense and endless longing filled his every thought. He had no choice but to seek comfort in the remnants of past happiness. When they stepped into the chamber and saw the mutilated tapestries inside, Liam's face went deathly pale. He frantically grabbed the tapestries and turned them over one by one. In a panicked voice, he muttered, "No… No, this can't be. It's impossible! Where's Mom?"

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

He just takes it. “Fight me!” I scream in his face. My sweat and saliva spew everywhere. He says nothing. Just grunts and groans as my fists connect with his face and ribs. I feel his ribs cracking. I hear his nose break. He doesn’t hit me back. Has he given up? Has he realized that he can’t beat me? Darius POV I feel my nose break, and blood streams down my face.

" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!] [Alert! Alert! Error!]