Framed In The Dead Of Night Novels & Stories

At the bride selection ball, the queen herself chose me to be the crown prince's consort. Then my cousin Yvonne Johnson suddenly dropped to her knees in the middle of the hall and presented an erotic painting to the court. The woman in the painting had no face, but the rose birthmark at my waist had been rendered in chilling detail. Yvonne's eyes were red, her voice soft and cool. "I love my cousin dearly, but I can't deceive the queen. Your Majesty, please look closely. My cousin's virtue is compromised. She isn't fit to be the crown prince's consort." In a single night, my reputation was destroyed. I became the most shameless woman in the capital. Yvonne smiled at me, sweet as ever. "

*** A few hours later, in the middle of the night, at around 1: 00 am, in Liam's room. The moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting silvery shadows across Liam's room as he lay asleep on his bed. The stillness of the midnight hour surrounded the manor, and a serene calm seemed to hang in the air. However, unbeknownst to Liam, danger lurked within the darkness. Suddenly, a faint sound broke the silence, the soft sound of footsteps. The door creaked open, and a figure dressed in black slipped into the room, moving with stealth and precision. The moon's glow caught the glint of a knife on the figure's hand.

Somewhere in the contradiction, she wasted the night. After the horseman dove through the Tree of the Dead and the credits rolled, Sidney tucked a protesting Cameron into bed. His breathing grew weighted before she even closed his bedroom door behind her. Clearly, the movie had not traumatized him enough to cost him sleep. She shuffled the Chinese leftovers into the fridge and upgraded herself to another, exceedingly more graphic horror movie, placing her laptop across her legs.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

She brushed a kiss on his lips then to his temple. “Why do you think I’m very good at manipulating things, hmm?” The two then calmly walked away from the scene as if they just finished a movie and left the place. It is in the dead of night that this macabre occurrence happened. The night is indeed full of darkness and terror and pain and unearthly energy. No wonder why the Mullins family have discovered that they have lost another member again as soon as the morning star has climbed the vast heavenly blanket.

Friday, the 13th of May. 12:22 am Night time was always fun because it was as mysterious as it was thrilling, you just never could tell what night pop out of the corner but tonight, he knew what would be popping out of the corner; he was, bringing with him yet another victim, another body for the police to find, only that this time, she was still alive so he could not yet refer to her as a body. He chuckled as he drove quietly and slowly crawling the car along the road. He needed to do this as quietly as he possibly could, he had enough time on his hands to do this and he knew.

Some symbols were older than man, or things dealt with ones not from here, be they gods, devils or men of a different epoch. But they’d had little time to ponder these things or sights, nor see farther into the inner chamber when the host of youthful beastmen was set on them, coming down the ramp and subduing them, killing all in the party, save for Quintus, Rufus, the twins and himself. He recalled the fight and being brained by one of the youthful beastmen just as he slew one of the smaller creatures. True, he’d thought himself dead then as he fell, and since it all happened through his eyes as a slowed down version of reality, Porcius figured his days were done.

After dealing with the paraphernalia of the authorities lifting my mother's corpse, near dusk, I had managed to get Enzo and Giulia to sleep in my room, Adriano's idiot was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to steal a high-end vodka from the collection I had in the bar. There were too many memories in my head, too many questions and I couldn't help but think about how our lives had changed, so I kept drinking until I couldn't, and before I ended up dead in the pool, I got up to go to sleep and halfway I heard the incarnation of the devil talking on the phone.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ The darkness of the circus tent hung like a shroud over my head, an oppressive presence threatening to smother us like a deep-rooted fear. Shivers of dread ran down my spine as I nervously surveyed the scene for a damn second, my eyes slowly adjusting to the horror that was to come later on.

Unknowingly, it was already late into the night. He was deeply engrossed in the game when suddenly a figure appeared beside him. Turning his head, he saw it was a nurse. Standing silently by the bed. "Oh, damn!" Frank cursed in surprise. "Why didn't you turn on the light? You scared me, sneaking up like that without a sound!" The nurse whispered, "Extend your arm, I need to administer a shot." Frank glanced at his phone screen and casually extended his arm. He asked casually, "I never get shots normally, why today?"