Don’t Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

I went to the door and turned the handle, ready to give Marvin a piece of my mind. The handle clicked uselessly. I turned it again. Still nothing. Fuck! “Will?” McKenzie asked, sitting up on her elbows with a grimace. “We’re locked in,” I said. “What?!” She sat up fully. “That motherfucker locked us in!” I repeated. I slammed my fist against the door. “Bran, you sonofabitch!” Carefully, she slid off the bed and came to my side. She reached out and tried the door handle herself.

I muttered under my breath, my frustration mounting. Damian leaned closer, his brows furrowed. “It doesn’t make sense, Alpha. That’s the correct key for this lock.” I narrowed my eyes at the door, my mind racing. Something about this felt off. A blocked keyhole wasn’t an accident. My gut told me this was no coincidence. A wave of anger surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Losing control wouldn’t help Anita. “Everyone step back,” I ordered, gesturing for the crowd to give us space.

Got it. I wasted no time and walked to the end, but all of my hope disappeared when I found out that the door was locked. That was most likely the reason why he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out a frustrated breath and leaned my head against the door. I needed a code for the lock—which meant this party ended. Think Serena. I told myself as I went through every bit of information in my head. The big-screen read ‘three attempts’, which made me worry even more. One screw up, and the alarm would probably go off.

I thought I finally got what I wanted, but I was simply seen as a joke, a story to laugh about. A little while later, my phone buzzed. Nathan's name lit up the screen. [Things happened too fast last night, and I forgot to wear a condom. I don't remember if I finished inside you. Just grab a morning-after pill. [I don't have time for you tonight, so don't come looking for me.] I stared at those two messages and let out a self-deprecating laugh. Last night, we did it all night long. I thought the reason he wanted me again and again was because he loved me too much to stop.

My laptop, important files, and my international passport, just in case. They fixed a new lock for me this morning that works with code and fingerprints not just keys and that’s exactly what I wanted. I installed 2 authentication locks that no one can go through except myself, and maybe a thorough hacker and I clicked them locked with trembling fingers. Because I knew something for sure, I had bruised Drego’s ego, embarrassed him, and spat on him in public. He was coming for me and I wasn’t stupid enough to stay home alone. I jumped into my car and drove straight to Melisa’s apartment.

Sequences that people commonly used like one two three four or five five five five. Red light. Red light. Red light. After twenty attempts, the keypad beeped differently and flashed a warning. "Too many failed attempts. Lockout activated." "No!" I slammed my fist against the safe. "No no no!" The screen went dark. The keypad wouldn't respond anymore. I was locked out. All that money, everything I needed, was right there behind that metal door and I couldn't get to it. I went back downstairs, my anger so strong I felt like I might explode. Elena looked up when I stormed into the room.

Charles' smile disappeared, and he said in a low, stern voice, "Just because I caused this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. No one else will want you now that you can't have kids. You're going to stay with me and behave." I pulled my hand away slowly, each move hurting so much that I had to catch my breath. "We're done talking about this. I won't blame you anymore." After Charles had gone, I called the secret agency. "Are you all set?" "We're all set." I spent a few days resting up in the hospital, and then it was time. I snuck out and got a cab back home. Everything went just as we planned. The cab crashed into a big tree and burst into flames, and it looked like the passenger did

“We’ll meet again soon.” When we pulled up to the safe house, I kept calling Alina but she didn't respond. Vector tried a retina scan but it failed. We were locked out. I pounded the door with my fist, my phone pressed to my ear again, and suddenly, the lock shifted, and the door was opened from inside. And my heart dropped straight into my stomach.

"You're locking me up, Simon?!" My voice cracked, pure rage. His eyes went cold. "Don't blame me. You did this to yourself." The basement was freezing, damp, lit by one sad little bulb. Simon stood in the doorway, shadowed and unreadable. "You're staying here till the trial," he said, all ice. The second he finished, his guys shoved me in. I slammed into the wall—pain shot through my shoulder. "Ugh—"