Framed Novels & Stories

After opening it, he stared at the gold bracelet inside, and a flicker of greed passed through his eyes before he slipped it into his pocket. The bracelet he later found on me had never been planted ahead of time. He'd been holding it in his hand the whole time and only pretended to pull it out of my pocket. Interestingly, the police found two bracelets. One was gold, and the other was copper. The copper one was what he used to frame me. When the surveillance footage was projected onto the wall in the interrogation room, whatever composure Jonathan had left was completely cracked. Under further questioning, he started revealing the truth bit by bit.

“Nest.” “Already on my way,” Frank said. He had no reverence for doors. The Imperial Arms service corridor coughed him into the stairwell, the stairwell coughed him into the twelfth floor, and a glass panel coughed a polite apology when the suppressed round popped it in the corner and let him in. The balcony was a pocket of wind and brass. Frank gloved a casing without thinking and held it to the light. 300 BLK, subsonic. He could smell the powder like a friend he didn’t trust.

I looked at Olivia's messages and did not reply immediately. Almost ten minutes had passed since I received the notice. A decision flashed through my mind. Since the comments said I would be framed, then I would gamble on them.

Amelia held out her tablet, the screen displayed a live security feed. Mildred’s private penthouse suite, and standing calmly inside it, looking directly into the camera, was Anthony Frank, alive, smiling, waiting, then he spoke, “Mildred,” his voice came through the speakers. “Come home,” the screen went black.

"He poisoned his grandma." The woman's expression froze completely. "And he tried to frame me for it," I said, emphasizing every syllable. "He used the life of the very woman who raised him just to get his hands on an inheritance. An inheritance he planned to use to buy a house for you." Her face flushed a deep crimson before turning deathly pale, and her lips twitched frantically. "No way. You're lying—" "The surveillance camera caught everything," I replied. "If you don't believe me, feel free to wait for the official police statement."

The perverted scenes played across the huge screen, causing the entire hall to erupt in chaos. As my face flushed red, Sarah Nott, my boyfriend's adopted younger sister, snatched the microphone from the emcee. "Winona Linton, so many people have already seen you without your clothes on, so why are you acting embarrassed now?" Gritting my teeth, I glared at Sarah and replied, "I've never done anything like that before! AI technology is so advanced these days that anyone could just edit my face onto that woman's body! Someone must have ulterior motives and deliberately did this to frame me!"

"You are under suspicion of major online fraud and illegal fundraising. From this moment on, all crowdfunding accounts and bank cards under your name are frozen and forcibly seized." Billy's smile froze on his face at once, and his phone fell to the floor with a thud.

Miller tightened the small silver fasteners on the back with precise care before handing the completed frame to Arthur. Arthur stood up, carrying the framed masterpiece toward his grand executive desk. The wide mahogany desk was neat, holding only his leather blotter, a pen set, and a brass lamp. He placed the heavy silver frame right on the prominent left corner, where anyone entering the room would see it immediately. "There," Arthur declared, looking at Emma with deep pride. "The most important document in this entire skyscraper is officially installed." Emma clapped her small hands together, bouncing on her toes with pure delight. "It looks like a real mus

Keep the edges angled, not square, if I can figure out how to make the wood do that. I guess if he doesn’t like it, I can just do something different. Monochrome. Black, white and grey. That's how I’ll do it. Make the figures less and less three dimensional with every frame, until they’re just flat caricatures. Then, the last frame. A jaguar in glorious colour, lying sleek and smiling and satisfied. A flattened shadow-figure under his front paws, spread out like a crime scene chalk outline.

Sarah Frank knelt on the ground. “App, please attach the board so that only children over 18 years old can see it. If it doesn't hurt the brain. Oh, I want to throw my eyes away, put it in a basin of boiling water, and wash it again." Phedra Elizabeth.