Brown Aesthetic Lockscreen Novels & Stories

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Like someone had already spent time configuring everything beforehand. A strange feeling settled slowly inside my stomach again. I swallowed hard. This phone had already been touched. Prepared specifically for me. Or rather, Prepared specifically for whatever they wanted me to do. I unlocked the screen slowly and started scrolling through the device carefully. The wallpaper was plain black. No personality. No customization. Nothing that gave away ownership. Even the brightness settings looked deliberately moderate, like someone had adjusted everything carefully before packaging it. I opened the gallery first. Empty. Completely empty. No screenshots , and no random test images. Nothing. I exi

The smart-home interface. Vespera walked over to it. The screen displayed the ambient temperature: **64°F**. She tapped the 'UP' arrow. **ACCESS DENIED. BIOMETRIC LOCK ENGAGED.** A red light pulsed on the panel. "Locked?" Vespera turned to Oryn. "He locked the thermostat? Is he a billionaire or a dad trying to save on the heating bill?" Oryn shrugged. It was a gesture that clearly said, *Not my problem.* Vespera looked back at the panel. She looked at the red lock icon. And she felt a spark of irritation ignite into a challenge.

She had done all she needed to and next was- "Time to parteeee!" She sang as she examined herself in the mirror. Her chestnut brown eyes in perfect harmony with leather skirt of the same colour over a white long sleeve top, with a crisscross design behind, tucked inside her skirt. Her coffee brown multiple braids were all held in a ponytail while her baby hairs clung to her forehead like a second skin; with the help of 'edge control' of course. She just slapped on some lip balm and decided,

“Here.” “Are you proposing to me right now?” Seb asked as he excitedly collected the gift box. “You wish.” “That’s a relief then,” Seb let out a sigh of relief. “I want to be the one to propose to you.” “Would you just stop talking and open the box?” “Yes sir,” Seb nodded then pulled open the box to reveal silver bracelets. “Blue-” “I noticed you kinda wore bracelets,” Alex nervously scratched the back of his neck. “And ever since you forgot the one you usually wore in the hotel room, you just seemed to stop.”

"I'll go ahead and—" "Actually, let me go first." Vanessa was already on her feet, moving past me to the screen. "You don't mind, Mr. Brown?" "Fine by me." She plugged in before I could say anything. I sat back down and waited. The screen lit up, and my stomach dropped. Vanessa stood in front of it with a confident smile. "Arctic Crown. That's today's theme. Inspired by the northern lights — a gradient of opals in green, blue, and purple, arranged to mirror the way aurora moves across the night sky."

my father replied, his thumb hovering over the button. I looked at the screen, then at the console. I saw the code. It was a biometric lock, just like the others. But this one wasn't based on a heartbeat. It was based on a sequence—a medical sequence I had used a thousand times in the ER. It was a bypass used for emergency ventilation systems.

These pictures we took were when we took swimming together. I pressed the three dots on my phone then click “Set as screen lock.” I smiled at myself and turned on and off my phone. When the screen lit up, his abs immediately appeared on me. I just convinced myself that it was his phone and he should be the wallpaper because I was embarrassed to think why I put him on my screen lock.

He responded instantly: I knew you would choose that, save it, and put it as your new lock screen. My jaw gaped and I replied: Excuse me? Him: That’s what couples in love do, he shot back. Lock screens are a very good way to show me off. Don't you think? I typed: Who wants to show you off? Only that I deleted it instead. I groaned into my pillow. He was arrogant and absolutely shameless yet my stupid lips curved into a smile anyway. I stared at his photo longer than I should’ve. My thumb hovered over the “set as lock screen” option. I almost did it. Almost.