Framed Novels & Stories

again a glass pierced my foot and I removed it only to realize that I was bleeding but at this Moment this was not so important. I will fix the photo frame. I gathered the broken pieces of the photo frame. I will fix it. Ranveer's heart and love. I put all the pieces of the frame in its right place and now I have to joint it. "What are you doing?" I heard Ranveer's voice and looked at him to see confusion written all over his face. *****

He wasn't here, a large king size beds centers the room with white creamy sheets, the curtain was pulled closed, the place looked clean enough, only some few shirt scattered around the bed and floor. Walking inside dropping the bucket down, my eyes wondered around the furniture, it's decorated with the same fashion as the hallway, a large black canvas with no definite shape just formless figures hangs by the corner. I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere.

his arm grabs mine as he drags us to his room. Taking the photo frame,that I kept beside his bed, he held it tightly, untill it crushed under his grip, “Adrian.”I screamed, blood dripped from his hand. “A fucking camera built in the photoframe, nice idea darling.” Brows furrowing, tension spiked in me, little glass pieces stuck in his hand, “Please stop it, Adrain, you are hurting yourself.” The moment, I step close to him, his hands raise in air, “Don’t you dare.” his eyes, demanding, but more then that they were pleading me.

After that she would learn to forget everything. Including... Arini sat again in front of the mirror, wearing only her bra and panties. After all, this is her kost room, no one forbids her to be naked here, right? Except she went crazy, leaving the kost room wearing only a brassiere. She looked closely at the black card in one of the wallet's slots. Richard Alexander's name was written on it. She looked back and forth, observing that nothing had changed but it still disturbed her eyes to keep looking at it. “What is this card for?”

Everything is confusing, overwhelming me in ways that leave me mentally grasping at shadows. Mr. Frederick moves methodically through the wreckage, his long sword serving as an impromptu lever as he shifts a massive pile of wood—formerly their living room furniture—that has collapsed against a wall. Behind it, family photographs lie trapped under broken glass, the frozen smiles now webbed with cracks. His face tightens with annoyance as he surveys the damage, a deep sigh escaping his lips before he bends down to retrieve one particular frame.

Jane probed. "Well, you advised me to use my resources to achieve my goals. I contemplated what I possessed and realised I work at the bank. The most efficient method was to frame him with money—specifically, a substantial sum. And do you know the most intriguing aspect of it all?" Steven inquired. "No, what is it?" Jane inquired. "The most intriguing aspect was that I framed one of our regular affluent customers, who also happens to be one of his top VIP clients," Steven explained.

he responds and although I can’t see his mouth I know he is smirking behind that mask. “Enough of that,” Freya snaps and I look at her in question. “Don’t look all innocent at me now, Missy, I saw the sex eyes you were both making,” she huffs. “I have no idea what you mean,” I smile sweetly at her. “Mm-hmm,” she rolls her eyes, “let's get to work, we need to strike whilst the iron is hot,” “What iron?” Axel asks. “Never mind. It’s a human expression. Okay, D-Man you stand in the middle there,” she points to a spot in front of the camera she has set up on a stand, “you three need to wolf out and stand beside him,” she instructs.

The LED screen shapes a heart, and I watch it break into two on the screen, “Umbra makes the rules, and for this fight… There would be no weapons.” “9 minutes 0 seconds.”

They burned alive inside. When I learned how my parents died, I couldn't breathe. A heart attack killed me on the spot. Scenes from my past life flashed through my mind. Then, that little red flower suddenly froze in my thoughts. How could I have missed such a detail? I shouted desperately, "There's something wrong with the evidence chain. I know who framed me!"

That fool thought avoiding the surgery would get him off the hook, but the surveillance footage I specially recorded and the injuries all over my body are more than enough to ruin him. "Rest assured. Even though the evidence is fabricated, the police won't find any flaws in it. As long as we work together, Donovan will never be able to recover from this." The more Megan spoke, the more excited she became. She detailed every step of how she had set the trap, fabricated evidence, and systematically framed me. However, just as she was at her most triumphant, the bedroom door swung open, and I stepped out, followed by the police. At the same time, the hidden camer