Glance Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

It’s just me and the pretties. I sidle closer, and very slowly, I dust my fingertips across a phone. It lights up, and a thrill scrambles down my spine. On the lock screen, there’s a picture of three pretty blonde girls posing for the camera. It’s Brynn Owen and her best friends Teagan and Lowry. Not sure whose phone it is. Could be any of them or a mid-rank wannabe trying to claim friendship to gain status. I take a quiet, small step forward and let my fingers graze another screen. Nothing happens. I don’t want to click the button. That feels too close to wrong.

The lock clicks. Sealing my fate.

The "Paywall" that had shattered Lyra’s obsidian blade was not a wall of stone or magic; it was a wall of "Exclusion." As Lyra fell back toward the courtyard, her shadow-wings flickering with a frantic, grey static, she realized that the "User" had just placed a "Premium Lock" on her own rebellion. The "Upgrade Protocol" was not just making the world prettier; it was "Gating" the reality of the North.

I muttered while I tapped the side of the plastic monitor. A bizarre glitch tore through the code on my screen, and the green text turned a harsh warning red. The system kicked me out of the server, and a massive firewall slammed shut across my connection port. The encrypted laptop screen went totally black, and a strange error message blinked in the center of the dark monitor. I typed a new command to force a reboot, but the keyboard did not respond to my fingers at all. The system locked me out permanently, and the violent glitch made absolutely no sense for a basic traffic camera.

I could picture it—his thick cock stretching me open, pounding hard while I gripped the wood and moaned like a desperate slut. My face felt flushed, my body alive with need, balls tight and heavy. “You talk about a big game for a man I just met. What if I call your bluff?” He grinned, wicked and hungry, his hand squeezing my thigh harder, fingers digging in. But then he nodded toward the laptop. “Later. First, let me show you the rest of the files.” As he clicked through folders to pull up another section, my eyes caught something in the directory list. A locked file named “Real Story.”

Annie eagerly pressed the power button on the phone. After a few seconds of the startup animation, the face unlock prompt appeared. “Is everything inside still there?” she asked. The store owner shook his head. “I haven’t touched anything, but I need you to unlock it first before I can check.” Annie pouted, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll find a way to unlock it and come back.” As she stared at the lock screen picture of someone who looked almost exactly like her, a wild look filled her eyes.

Before realizing that the entire right side of my screen is frozen, and is preventing me from typing in my password in order to gain access. Are you fucking kidding me? After trying to get my phone unlocked for a few more minutes, I see Jack's contact appear on my Lock Screen, indicating that I had received multiple texts from him. But because my settings are on "unlock to view message" I am unable to see anything he's trying to say to me. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. "Okay class, that's all for today. We'll dive more into the subject when I see you guys back in here on Wednesday." The professor spoke, dismissing the class.

Scream the end of the game and the winner of the task. But just then... Click. We heard it. And right before our eyes, the stupidly stubborn matte black metal lockbox opened. It actually opened. It opened!!! "Annnddd stop! Game over!"

"Grandma…" She touched the tip of my nose and shook her head with a knowing grin. "You can't hide anything from me. Just tell me: What's really going on lately?" My voice dropped low, thick with a lump in my throat. "Grandma, I don't know why, but all my work somehow gets stolen. And worse, the person who takes it always turns it around and makes me look guilty. No matter what I think about, she ends up thinking the exact same thing. It's as if…"

Don’t rush yourself, else you get a wrong answer. With the sentence on repeat mode somewhere in her brain, she tried to be calm as much as she could with 45 seconds left on the screen. She looked at Funmi again and the latter gave her a thumbs up. ‘I need to be focused, just as Funmi had told me.’ At that instant, she looked back at the screen and didn’t look away until after 45 seconds when her round was finally over.