Glance Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

I said, crossing my arms as I raised an eyebrow. Her eyes darted nervously to the phone in her hands, and I could see the way her fingers trembled as she held it. Without giving her a chance to speak, I snatched the phone from her, my gaze on her. She tried to pull it away, but I was faster. I turned the phone on. And the screen revealed a lock screen. "Password," I said. Jamie hesitated, clearly torn between resisting and obeying. Finally, she gave in and entered the code. The screen unlocked, and I was immediately hit with the headline of an entertainment gossip article.

A new message had appeared on the lock screen. No number No name Just a single sentence. ROUND TWO BEGINS. Ryan’s blood ran cold.

I remember that I need a new lock screen, right now is the perfect opportunity. “What? Daniel come back” Kisses whines as I let go of her. “Just don’t move. Stay right there” I quickly snap a picture of her with a pouty face on. The moonlight is hitting just the right spot to make her glow. Her hair is still curled just a little messy and loose, the way I like it. Her makeup is natural but apparent. “Wow, you’re so beautiful” I whisper under my breath. “Let me see. Why’d you take a picture of me?” She whines, trying to look at the screen. I turn my back on her, quickly setting it as my lock screen.

Connor whisper manically. Jake snapped his eyes open to see him hanging in the window, his dangerous bleu eyes locked on Jake as if he wanted to scream at him but knew that he would risk both of their lives if he did so. “You are an idiot” A second venomous whisper filled the air Glory appeared in the room as if she had been there the whole time. Her vision narrowed her arms folded over her chest like she was dealing with a small child, but had their eyes locked on the map. Intrigue filling their stare as their breaths were caught.

she said. I opened the lid and to our surprise, the contents were five black phones in orange cases— five orange phones to make it short. I took one and clicked the power button. The lock screen wallpaper was a picture of a female student with bob-cut light brown hair and a weird number three at the bottom. I swiped the screen but it required a passcode, so I placed it back in the box. I happened to notice that the other three were on its lock screen too, and with different girls and the numbers two, four, and five. The Detective was holding one phone in her hand, and that of course, is the number one. “That’s not locked?” I asked after checking the three phones.

Gwen POV: Ping. Ping. Ping. The notifications from the I*******m app chimed continuously, steady and cold like the metronome of a death sentence. The violent vibrations from the old phone, its screen shattered within my palm, left my fingers completely numb. I didn’t dare unlock the device, yet the brief previews on the lock screen still mercilessly slashed directly into my eyes. "Look at how a total mess she is, a literal toad daydreaming of swan meat."

I muttered, focusing everything on that spot. I tried the first time. Nothing happened. I shuffled on my feet and tried again, this time with a little more confidence. “Silven Loxira, Varea Lumen Openar!” I yelled with more force. The moment my eyes snapped open, I saw it. The lock glowed gray, a faint glint surrounding it. I took a step toward it. The once metal lock was replaced with gray mist. I reached forward, my hands sliding through the transparent form as I grabbed the bolt and pulled it off easily.

The familiar notification sound on my phone tells me the transaction was successful. Just in case, I restart the app and go back into the book… but it’s still locked, same as before. Oh, for crying out loud! Bastards! They took my money and gave me nothing in return! This day is just one big disappointment. After fifteen minutes of fuming and constantly refreshing the app, I finally accept the bitter truth: without a sucker, life is dull. Tossing my phone aside in frustration, I drag myself to the bathroom before bed. After taking care of business, I wash my hands—when suddenly, the light in the bathroom goes out.

Notifications stacked on top of each other so fast they blurred. There were several missed calls, messages, alerts and headlines. All I could see was my name over and over and over again. I sat up too quickly, the room spinning for a second as my heart caught up with my body. My wolf stirred under my skin, uneasy, pacing like it sensed danger before I did. I swiped. The first headline filled the screen in bold, unforgiving letters: ALPHA ROHAN’S SECRET MISTRESS EXPOSED — WIFE ABANDONED?

” I have to flip my phone screen-down and fan myself with the order pad, pretending it’s just the sun coming through the windows, while my pulse thuds between my legs and my nipples go tight under my thin work shirt. Tuesday, the big overseas shipment shows up—six heavy crates of those fat, fragrant lilies that turn the whole back room into a steamy greenhouse the second I pop the lids. I’m on my knees sweating, droplets running between my breasts and soaking my jeans, when my phone vibrates against my thigh. ‘Can’t stop picturing my cock in your pussy, begging me to fuck you harder.’ My breath catches so hard I nearly drop the lid. I text back with shaky thumbs ‘See you tonight. I’ll be wai