Glance Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

Shane narrows his eyes at me and says. "Don't make me keep you locked up here with me all summer." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind. I love spending time with you." I say, giving him a big smile. Shane just stares at me. I can tell he doesn't have a clue what to say. Lucky for him his phone rings, giving him an excuse to get out of this conversation. He glances at the screen and then up at me. "Hello." He says into the phone, keeping his eyes on me.

"It’s biometric and encrypted. Unless he forces my thumb onto the scanner, he only sees what’s on the lock screen." "And what’s on the lock screen?" Deluca’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. Nora swallowed hard, the back of her throat dry. She remembered the scheduled reminder she had set for 5:00 PM. A simple, automated notification from her nanny. 'The little ones are fed and in bed. They miss you.' She looked up at the antique clock on the hallway wall. The hands pointed exactly to 5:04 PM. "Oh god," she breathed, her hand slipping from his arm. "The notification. It already popped up."

he hissed,* "Then I'll just have to make you." Without warning, Liam's fingers dipped below Elaine's panties, directly touching her sensitive clit. He rubbed circles around it, watching as Elaine's body convulsed in pleasure.The sudden contact with Liam's fingers sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through Elaine's body. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she gripped onto Liam's arm, digging her nails into his skin.*

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"Time you had the opportunity to work." Her fingers were all the while shaking as Lannie tapped her own PIN into the gadget, affirming the booking and the room. "It'll be a delight," she turned upward with an apprehensive little grin and painstakingly pulled herself dependent upon her feet. "Right, um, this way..." ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story "Unselfish Love”

And looked at everyone, "Told you my friends are waiting for me. Let me out." Looking through glass acts as a touch screen on electronic devices. When Mrtyu found two men in suits talking to each other in the garden area, she touched the glass. She was surprised to watch their conversation in zoomed view as if she was hearing their conversation with them. "That’s Mr Alex and (her green eyes sharpened) Ron."

Missy glanced around the empty dinner center, a weird feeling creeping up her body all of a sudden, she ignored how chilly it felt and the the shudder it brought to her system. Her eyes glanced at his seat, and she saw a phone there, he forgot his phone. Missy has no idea what came over her but she reached out grabbing the phone, lighting up the screen by tapping on the iPhone mobile, the screen lighted displaying his lock wallpaper, the wallpaper of a picture of no one else than his fiancé, the she read broke his heart into tiny pieces. The one he himself told her that he killed and regretted not being patience to have bring her hell before killing her. The one she shared a face with, he’s

Its lock screen pops on, with an image flashing against my sight. My eyes squint, furrowing my brows as I take in an illustration of young smiling faces. It takes a moment to have my attention, realise the sketch visibly parading itself, against my sight. I feel my awareness come back on as I realise it's a sketch of me and Leo smiling broadly through the screen. Our hands are lifted smiling through the selfie. The day comes to mind, a smile flashing through my cheeks as I recall. I feel his eyes stinging at me, but I don't care, as I let myself slip over a fond memory, which stares right into my gaze.

"Isn't it? Tell me where you bought it later." I nodded and picked up my phone to see the name of the place I had randomly chosen. "Hey, is that me?" she asked, pointing at the phone. I didn't try to hide it. I turned the screen toward her for a better look. It was a photo from the night before; she was turned away, looking at a painting in the gallery, the white dress shining under the light. Luna was undoubtedly the greatest work of art in the place, which is why I put that image on my lock screen minutes ago.

"I am going to tell him you broke it!" "Be quiet!" I hissed at him. I tried the browser. Safari. I tapped the compass icon. A grey screen appeared. Content Restricted. You have reached your daily limit for web browsing. I stared at the screen. The glass felt cold against my fingertips. It was useless. It was a toy. It wasn't a tool. It was a prison, just like this house. I looked at the signal bars in the corner. Full LTE. But the software was locking me out. I needed a passcode. I needed a hack.