Framed Novels & Stories

I did not disturb him and endured the pain as I quietly rummaged through the cabinet. I was looking for a bottle of expired ointment, which should be in the bedside drawer. Instead of the ointment, I discovered an old tin box in the drawer. Opening it, I found several yellowed slips of paper and a fruit candy wrapper. I opened one of them to find Titus' handwriting. The childish handwriting wrote: [Letter of Guarantee: I will be good to Melissa and share everything with her...] I quickly remembered what Titus had said yesterday. It turned out he had made this promise to Melissa a long time ago.

Furniture aligned too neatly. No human apartment stayed this clean after supernatural violence exploded through it hours earlier. Not possible. I moved deeper into the room cautiously now. Rain pushed harder against my control. “Leave.” “Not yet.” Something here mattered. I could feel it. My eyes scanned across the apartment slowly until they landed on a framed picture sitting near the television. Then my entire body locked instantly. No. Absolutely fucking not. I walked toward it slowly before grabbing the frame tightly. Noah stood smiling beside another man.

I'm not fucking blind, and Alex isn't blind either! All of the times I waited for her to no avail, the words I never said to her, and the countless times I suppressed my grievances now turned against her, piercing into her heart like sharp knives. Thomas still tried to fight back ."What are you trying to say, Val? I don't understand." Valerie helplessly held a hand to her face and said in a muffled voice, "You're fired, Thomas Freeman. You'd better watch your back." Thomas' pretense was shattered immediately after hearing the sudden news. His face turned ugly in an instant as he barked, "Did you really think that you were a good person after all, Valerie Palmer? You were the one who tacitly

Frank knocked on the apartment door exactly twenty minutes later. Mira’s heart hammered as Kate opened it with a bright, slightly tipsy smile. Frank was thirty, tall and broad-shouldered from years of gym habits that hadn’t faded after graduation. He had short dark hair, a strong jaw, and an easy confidence that made both girls weak. He wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the impressive outline of his cock even when soft.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

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,

m and my brothers already are at home. "Hi guys, how was your little trip?" Samir asks right after we enter the living room but Amar looks mad sitting on the sofa. "It was nice, Samir abi. Look what I bought!" Meredith shakes her wrist to Samir excited to show the new shiny bracelet she bought. "Cute." He chuckles and Meredith joins him. Amar holds the tv remote and changes the channels at the tv but doesn't even look at us. I look at Samir and ask him silently what's wrong. Samir makes an I'll tell you later look and I leave it like this.

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.

“Frank, we’ve got a large gathering here!” “Yeah.” Frank’s gentle face lit up as he remarked, “Keep working, and remember this mode. If you can do this when we get back to the pavilion, you’ve mastered the skill.” “Okay.”

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