Framed Novels & Stories

"I have an ultrasound picture, and I'd love to have it framed. Something special, you know?" The shop assistant nodded understandingly. "Of course! Ultrasound pictures are precious keepsakes. We have a range of frames to suit every style. Would you like something classic or perhaps a more contemporary design?" Tiger pondered for a moment, envisioning the perfect frame to complement the significance of the image. "Something timeless," he decided. "Simple yet elegant, to reflect the love and joy it represents." Together, they carefully selected a beautiful silver frame with delicate etchings, one that would showcase the ultrasound picture in all its glory. The f

Even though she wore a mask, he could still sense her confidence and charm in that moment. Frank, with his unconventional hairstyle, was unusually serious. He assumed a determined stance, showing no mercy. Soon, the match was reaching its climax. There were only a few players left on the field. Frank crouched in the bushes, his gun aimed attentively at Seven, who was using a health pack. "Bang!" A fatal shot. No brothers on the battlefield. "Sorry about that," Frank muttered. Holding his gun, he looked at the pile of items scattered beside Seven's lifeless body. Sneakily, he crouched and crept toward it, ready to gather the supplies. Suddenly, he heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle.

Frank said excitedly, now anticipating the pleasure of being with a woman. “Yeah I’m going to check and see what’s taking so long.” Jeff said annoyed as he began walking to the tent. “Ok hurry- Frank's sentence was cut short. Jeff didn't pay any attention. He was too wrapped up in going to see if it was his turn yet. Frank hit the floor of the forest, blood pouring out of his mouth. He tried to make sounds but nothing came out. He fell face forward into the ground, blood pouring out as it made a puddle around his face. A loud cracking noise echoed through the forest as a foot came down onto Frank’s skull crushing. Jeff did not hearing any this as he went into the tent.

fucking do to him. An eye for a fucking eye... in a sense. I pull out the vile with the paralyzing agent and suck a hefty amount into a fresh syringe, tapping the tube to get the bubbles out so it's ready for his ass. He won't be able to fucking move, but he'll feel every fucking thing that I do to him. The image of it already pops into my fucking head and of course, I get a fucking boner. Myla's sexy little ass dances around in my eyes and my cock gets harder. Is it bad that I already fucking want her ass again? I love that little thing more than anyone. Tristan's eyes widen in complete fucking fear as I take the crowbar and swing it with all my might against his kneecaps. The sound of his

the man announced. Frank took it, scanning for any sender information. There was none. Isabelle frowned. “Who sent this?” Liam double-checked the package but found nothing. Ashley nudged her. “Open it already. I’m curious.” With hesitant hands, Isabelle began unwrapping it, Frank helping as well. As they tore away the layers, the back of a framed picture was revealed. She turned it around. Silence. Then—a loud gasp. Isabelle’s hands trembled violently, her breath caught in her throat. The room was deathly quiet as she stumbled back, her legs giving out. Liam caught her just in time.

My fear quickly morphs into hope and I allow myself to relax. After a couple more minutes of flashing lights, the machine gives out a final beep, and the flashing stops. I reopen my eyes to find the blue male staring at me intently. He presses the green button again without taking his eyes off me, and the single flash goes off once more. The clear screen reappears in front of him, but this time he only glances at it. I quickly realize that this screen must be providing him with my vitals. The other flashes were the cure I was promised on Earth.

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

He looked at me, lips moving as if to speak, but in the end, nothing came out. Just as Tina was about to lead him out of Bosco, the club's main doors were slammed open from the outside. A group of men and women in matching black uniforms, faces stern, walked in.

In this world, an unexpected package was never a gift. Caius picked up a letter opener from the table, its blade glinting in the light. With a swift, precise motion, he slit the tape. He peeled back the paper to reveal a simple, unvarnished wooden picture frame. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center, as if it had been struck with force. He lifted the frame. And froze.

His body went limp as he slumped against Tiffany's shoulder, trembling all over. "Tiffany... Did I get the wrong person? T-that photo with the two-hundred-dollar rate card really looked just like Shawn..." He choked up while fumbling frantically for his phone. "Let me pull it up and show you... Maybe I really did get it mixed up." He opened his photo gallery and shoved the screen right in front of my relatives' faces. It was a blurry side profile shot of a shirtless man, posing in an explicit position. Aside from the hairstyle being somewhat similar to mine, the facial features were clearly photoshopped composites.