Framed In The Dead Of Night Novels & Stories

There were thirty seconds left until 9:05. As long as we got through these thirty seconds, we would have changed the outcome of Elan’s death within those five minutes. My heart nearly leapt into my throat as I clung to him desperately, grappling with him with everything I had. Then, in the next second, he suddenly shoved a pair of scissors from the tabletop into my hand. I was startled and used all my strength to push him away. Elan lost his balance and tumbled out through the police station window. With a loud crash, the clock struck exactly 9:05.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The night was perfect. Dark. Moonless. Cloud cover blocking starlight. Exactly what they needed for an assault. Director Silas Crane sat in the command vehicle three miles from the estate. Banks of monitors showed real-time feeds from operatives in the field. Thermal imaging. Night vision. Communication channels. "All units report in," he said into the comm. "Team One ready. East entrance standing by," a voice crackled back.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.

Click. The grate groaned, the metal screeching in protest as it swung outward into the frigid night air. Adrian dragged Victor through the gap, his eyes scanning the horizon. Before him stood the old mill, a skeletal structure of rotting timber and shattered glass, perched precariously on the edge of a frozen waterfall. "I’m here," Adrian muttered to the shadows, his hand hovering over the pistol at his hip. "Let’s get this over with."

Two years after my death, my wife, Libby Burton, wants me to take the fall for her first love again. She comes to my place with a fabricated confession, only to find the house completely empty. With nowhere else to turn, she asks my neighbor, Maddox Bell, where I am. Maddox just tells her, "Kieran? He's dead! I heard he went through hell in prison. Didn't even last two days after getting out before he died." Libby refuses to believe it. She's convinced that Maddox and I are teaming up to fool her. She rolls her eyes and sneers. "So, he did a little time. Now he's playing the martyr? Please tell him if I don't see his face in three days, I'm cutting off every last cent for that bastard d

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Er*tic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 I closed my eyes and ears as I heard the gun shot I was so scared I felt no pain of gun shot on my body “Who did she now shot?” I thought and slightly opened my eyes I stared up at her and saw her standing close to me I stared sideways and saw a man lying on the ground full of blood

She doubted her team would be that lucky. “I know I don’t have to,” Cadence replied without opening her mouth, leaping around a corner. “But there are pedestrians in the way.” It was nearly 3:00 AM, and in most cities, that would mean they had a clear chance of taking down their prey without many witnesses, but not in Las Vegas where people were more likely to be up in the middle of the night than in the middle of the day—not that that was any better time for stalking the undead. “The escalator’s right ahead of you,” Cadence’s fiancé, Aaron McReynolds, reminded her. “They might have to slow down when they get there.” He was busy himself, back at Madame Tussades where this had all began.

He made a run for it without looking back. He transformed and dashed off, heading straight home. When he got home, he decided to use the kitchen window to gain access to the house. It was about 2:30 am. After much difficulty, he entered inside and lay on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily. He exhaled. The meeting was filled with so much tension that he hadn't noticed. He got up and was about to head to his room when he heard someone's soft breathing. “Where are you coming from, Angus?”. Avyanna got from her seat and turned the lights on.