Don’t Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

I ask, but he only smiles. "Well then, I will tell you. I got in because the door wasn't locked," he says, finally moving his gaze from mine. Wait, what the hell does he mean by the door wasn't locked? Because I remember vividly locking the door, so how come? "Oh, don't tease me. You know I'm not a fan of that. I clearly locked the door, and I know it," I defend as I try really hard to replay the scene where I went to lock the door. Unfortunately, I cannot remember any. I cannot even remember myself locking the door with the new password after I changed it. So basically, it is my fault for not locking the door.

"I know you're both in there." I closed my eyes. "You've got five seconds." "No." "Benito." "I've spent two weeks listening to both of you." My jaw tightened. "Open the damn door." "Nope." There was a pause. Then another voice. Melody. "...Did you seriously lock them in?" "Yes." "You know that's insane." "I know." "You could get in trouble." "Worth it." I rubbed both hands over my face. "I swear to God, Benito..." "You'll thank me later."

"So I'm a prisoner." "You are a guest in a house where the doors happen to lock." She paused with her hand resting on the door frame and something shifted in her expression then. The smallest crack in all that careful control. "He brought you here and in all the years I have worked for this family he has never brought anyone here the way he brought you tonight, so whatever you think of him right now I want you to hold onto that because if he brought you here there is a reason." She closed the door before I could say a single word back, and the lock engaged on the other side with a soft definitive click that felt very permanent.

I spent one million dollars of my own money installing a smart access-control system throughout Crescent Bay. The day it was installed, the property manager promised me, "Tell us if you ever need anything. We'll make sure it's taken care of." That promise lasted until this New Year's, when my parents came to stay with me. The temperatures were well below freezing that day, but my elderly parents were forced to stand outside the entrance while they tried the facial-recognition system three times. The gate didn't budge. The security guard took one look at them and snapped impatiently, "You two aren't in the system. You can't come in." I called the property manager the second I heard about

"They’re coming down." Pim began to type, her fingers flying across the screen, but the phone buzzed, the screen flashing a single, mocking message: ACCESS DENIED. USER AUTHORITY EXPIRED. "It’s locked us out," Pim said, her voice catching. "Then we open it the old-fashioned way," Chalida said, stepping up to the vault and shoving the barrel of the gun into the keypad. "Chalida, wait—" The roar of the crowd was getting louder, the sound of boots echoing in the shaft above.

I shake the knob again to check if it is truly locked. I tried to unlock it, but it would not open. He’s had me locked up since the day I caught him cheating on me with his slut. I try to keep calm and think of a way out. I search around the room for something that can assist me in unlocking the door, but I find nothing. • Miller, Lycan Monarch. I can’t stand listening to that damn wolf moan. Even in her nightmares, she moans the name of another man. She makes me sick and prevents me from sleeping soundly with her stupid moaning. It makes me want to go kill her and her cheating spouse.

Don't lock me up! "Ah! Don't lock me up! Don't don't don't lock me up don't lock me up!" The words "Sean Stewart" and "lock you up" were enough to drive her insane. "I'm begging you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't lock me up, I'm begging you, don't lock me up! I'll never do it again, never, never, I'll never do it again!" The woman's mad flailing took Mr. Lucas off-guard and made him stumble. When he next recovered, a cold edge rose on his gentle face. He was a tall man, and he could easily grab hold of her flailing arms. He barked angrily,

I said with a sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, “Stop playing with me, I have to give this to someone," she said as she raised the wine bottle, I shook my head before going to the door, but as I tried to open it, it was locked. What the hell? “I didn't lock the door," I said and she turned to me with a glare. “What do you mean? Then who locked it, I walked in here and it was opened then suddenly it's locked, are you crazy?” I took deep breaths trying to calm myself. "I didn't fucking lock the door, I'm serious, I'm not lying,” she stopped as she looked me straight in the eyes. "Wait, you're serious?” "Yes,”

"You will never speak to her or I will kick you out of your apartment so fast your head will spin." Raising her voice, "You can't do that. I will sue you." I push past her, "Bitch, look in your contract. I own you. If you fuck with me, you won't be able to find an apartment anywhere in New York City." Stepping in the elevator, I take a deep breath and relax. What the hell is her problem? When I lay my head against the wall, the elevator opens. Taking a moment, I close my eyes and I see Lauryn in my arms. Smiling, I open my eyes and exit.