Framed Novels & Stories

Some of it is seeping around the edges of the bandage. "Ryder!" He tries to smile, but grimaces in pain when his left arm moves. He draws in a ragged breath and raises the rifle until it points directly at Frank's chest. "Let her go." Frank is armed only with a knife, and it's no match against Ryder's rifle, and he knows it. Hands up, he slowly gets off the mattress, letting me grab my jeans and hastily pull them on. "Ryder, what's happening out there?"

Helpless plunge my being as another series of self-destructive and depressing thoughts ran through my head. To distract me, I peered around the room taking in the interior. The room was generously large with a Royal-size fancy bed pushed against the wall opposite the bedroom door with an ottoman at the edge and with nightstands on either side of it. A 70 inch or maybe bigger Tv was mounted to the left side of the wall where the bedroom door was framed.

The jumps in his heart reminded him mentally to prepare. "Tsk, why am I being such a coward?" Frank rubbed his face and shook his head slightly. "I'm Frank Harper. I never flinch at anything." A second later, his finger pressed the enter button. A list of hundreds of images immediately filled the screen. With one click, the photos were sorted from the oldest.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “No… no… that…” Denis was getting frustrated, he walked forward hastily and pressed on the button of Frank’s coat “This…” “Button??” Frank looked at Denis with a questioning gaze. “Yes… yes… button… it has a femto sized videocam. It won’t be detected with normal detection devices but transmits visual and audio in real time with clarity. You can activate it using your watches and stay connected.” He walked upto his desk and passed an iPad to Ed “You can view here.” He looked around with a slightly depressed expression and frowned “I will leave you guys to your devices and go to rest.”

And yet, even after three days, Frank remained perfectly fine, leaving both Stanley and Elder Fango dumbfounded. "Why would I be dead when you're alive?" Frank chuckled in turn, still tapping his feet all over the crystal coffin. "You. Come." Then, Frank beckoned at a propman from the stage, whipping out and passing him the USB stick while asking calmly, "You can play a video file on that LED screen, right?" At the same time, Frank pointed at the giant screen behind Elder Fango, where a portrait of Geon Kramer was displayed. "Wait, what?" The propman was left confused, unsure of what to do with the USB stick he was given.

Inside was a delicate silver picture frame, empty and waiting to be filled with a photograph. “I thought it would be nice for our baby’s first picture,” Noah explained as his arms wrapped around me from behind. “We can fill it with a photo of all three of us once the little one arrives.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I pulled the frame out, feeling its weight beneath my fingers. It was heavy, pure silver. I brushed my thumb across the delicate engravings. “Noah, thank you,” I murmured. “It’s perfect. I can’t wait.”

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

Frank shouted, fully aware of the consequences. Marcus leaned down, forcing Frank to sit on the cold wooden bench of the sauna. Gripping Frank’s chin, he brought their faces close. Marcus placed his pistol on the wooden bench beside them. Then, the sound of a blade clicking open broke the tense silence. Slowly, Marcus began pressing the tip of the knife along the edge of Frank’s scalp. Blood started to trickle down, staining Frank’s face in red. Frank almost screamed, but Marcus gagged him with a cloth. Soon, the drug on the cloth made Frank lose consciousness.

he asked in annoyance. Frank grunted, “Yeah, she’s sleeping soundly.” He responded while unbuttoning her shirt, displaying her black brassiere. “Fuck!” He mumbled as he admired her perky breast. Frank's reaction caught Jerry’s attention. He turns his head, “What the hell are you doing?” Frank shrugs, “I'm just checking how good the package is. I want to know if her breasts are real,” he explains as he removes her bra, hands it to Jerry, and starts examining her breasts.

Together, they carefully selected the ones they wanted to frame, the ones that deserved a place on the walls of their home, no longer hidden away in the shadows of the past. Later, as they stood in the living room, hanging the newly framed pictures above the fireplace and across the shelves, Scarlet gently wiped the glass of each frame, making sure every face was clearly visible. There was a picture of Marielle holding one of the twins, smiling with an expression so tender that Scarlet paused for a moment, pressing her lips together as her eyes shimmered with tears