Dont Lock Me In Again Novels & Stories

The Alpha who’s holding me said and carries me inside. “No! Please no, I'll pay the debt, I just need more time.” I beg but they seem not to like to hear my plea. All I heard is the door shut and the clicking sound of the lock. Please someone help me!

he counters but there’s no hostility in his voice, only regret, and immediately I understand the underlying meaning in his words. “No!” I scream at him. “Don’t you dare lock me in here again; I am not a child, Dante. You can’t keep locking me in here when we’re faced with danger.” Why can’t he see? Why can’t he understand? “We already talked about this, what happened to that conversation?” I’m practically begging now for anything to keep me from being locked up again. I won’t be able to take it. Dante’s eyes soften as the tension leaves his body. Defeated, he slumps back down on the bed, the mattress bouncing softly with the weight.

How could it be the same person who’s been so gentle, so caring in those stolen moments? Taking out my phone, I make one final call. I need to fix at least one thing—my locks. It’s not just about keeping Dante out anymore. It’s about Justin, too. I can’t trust either of them, and the thought of either one walking into my space again makes my skin crawl.

It felt like an eternity. I writhed against the ropes again, a desperate, futile effort. Tears welled in my eyes. Then, a memory flickered in my mind – the dungeon lock. It was a lock that didn’t have a space for a key. I had been too weak to think much of it, but somehow, focusing my energy, I had managed to unlock it. It was a faint connection to the power I didn’t know I had, a sliver of power that hadn't been completely suppressed. Maybe…just maybe…

I snarled. Our way was blocked again by cops. "We don't have any escape ma'am. " Driver said. Me and Theodore raised our hands and surrendered as we didn't had any option. "Your game is over." Mark was mocking me. "It's not over yet. Tell your boss that I'll be back and destroy his beloved Evelyn ."

I rushed down to snatch the phone from Mom but she already saw a message popping up on the screen. God...! Damn it...! To those who are wondering why I don't have a lock on my phone, because Mom never allowed us, sisters to have a lock. According to her, we can't have any secret contacts. But the thing that I must fear about right now is the video playing. Scarlett sent me a video from that night, in which Mr. Richard is dancing intimately with a girl. Yep... That's me. She even wrote specifically to show this video to Mom. Pissed off...!

“My friends are waiting for me. My family is waiting for me. We have a mission. People are depending on us.” “And me?” “You’re an Alpha.” “So?” “So you have your own life.” He stared at me for a long moment and then he said quietly, “I can lock you up.” My mouth dropped open. “You can what?” “Keep you here.” “You’re a madman.” “I’ve been called worse.” “You cannot just lock me up because I’m your mate!” “I can.” “No, you can’t!” He stepped closer and I stepped backward. “If I let you leave,” he said, “you’ll walk straight into danger.”

“Remember, I own this building? I can always get a duplicate key. So no matter how many locks you put on your bedroom door, I’ll still get in. I’ll always get in—and I’ll keep getting in.” So that’s what he did! I really thought I forgot to lock the door. Wait… why does “keep getting in” sound like it has a double meaning? I need to go to church and cleanse my thoughts. “There’s really no escaping you, huh? Well, at least I escaped you today. Hehe.” I teased him again. “Go ahead, enjoy your stay there. But don’t be surprised if you wake up tomorrow and my face is the first thing you see. You managed to hide from me for seven years—well, sorry wife, not this time.” He sounds creepy.

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.

The scary part? I'm actually letting my guard down when it comes to Liam. Like… there were a hundred locks on my body. And somehow, that idiot—without permission—has managed to magically unlock at least eighty of them. Just like that. No warning. No keys. I tried pinching the side of my thigh earlier—hoping it would shake me out of it. But no. My body’s a traitor. It’s not listening to me anymore. Do I even own it at this point?