Glance Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

Screen down. I stared at it. I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't. But my feet carried me forward anyway, and my hand reached out before my brain could stop it. I picked up the phone. The screen lit up. No passcode. He'd never needed one. One notification. Lucy: Can't wait for tonight. —L I froze. The words didn't make sense at first. I traced the words twice, as if repetition might change them. Then again. Tonight. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Tonight.

I’m carrying a payload that’s starting to bleed into the environment. I look at the smart-glass mirror. The steam has coated it in an opaque white layer, but the condensation is shifting in a way that defies gravity. It isn't dripping; the internal heating elements are firing in a forced, rhythmic sequence. Small, sharp lines clear away the fog. 2. 1. "Leo?" I whisper. Letters form in the center of the glass as the heating elements redline. L-O-C-K-E-T. I touch the ruby at my throat. It’s pulsing a jagged, angry orange—a frequency I haven't seen since the Moore estate was wiped from the maps.

He said to stay awake. I said I would try. The room was spinning. I forced myself to focus. I looked at the screen at the progress bar. It was there. Almost done. Ethan said it was done. At that moment the system glitched then locked. Every screen went black. There was silence. It was heavy and unreal. I whispered to Ethan if it worked. He looked at the console back, at me. Slowly he smiled. He said yes. Relief flooded through me, warm and fading.

He always moved faster than I did. Once he finished eating, he sat there watching me without blinking. I quietly sped up my eating. Elias frowned slightly and said in a calm voice, “No rush.” I nodded with my cheeks puffed full of food. Ten minutes later, Elias was getting ready to drive me to work like usual. It was already getting late. The floating comments appeared again, bouncing excitedly across my vision. [If I remember right, today's the day the male and female leads meet, isn't it?]

But I knew better now. Nothing was “just” anything anymore. The screen flickered on by itself. I froze. No touch. No input. Just… activation. The screen was already unlocked. One app open. Messages. My chest tightened. Because there was already a conversation on it. My fingers moved slowly. Scrolling. Reading. And then. I stopped. A name. Or something like it. User: 17 My grip tightened. That wasn’t a name. That was a number. A label.

After all, losing a stone inside the dressing caves happens with every changing moon. But even though her claws managed to steal the device, there is no way her brain can crack the pack-lock on the screen. She can only carry the prize back to the Blossom Media Studio and slide it across the table to Tracker Benedict. "Inside this stone, there is definitely an intimate image of Alpha Connor and Ava Hart." "My nose is sure of it. After all, she is a signed runner of the Vale line." "Then my beast will wait to watch a good kill!"

--- Short. Controlled. --- Ariana froze. --- Oliver didn’t move. But his attention sharpened immediately. --- “Check it,” he said calmly. --- Ariana hesitated. Just for a second. --- Then she reached into her pocket and pulled it out. --- Her fingers hovered over the screen. Not touching it yet. --- Then slowly… She unlocked it. --- The same thing happened. --- White screen. No app. No interface. --- Just text. --- But this time…

I conclude. I heave and smile in relief. We exchange glances. Rowan and I. We both exchange glaring and love exempted glances. Glances habouring every imagined negative emotions and hatred between ourselves. Glances extremely powerful to kneel any pack member and force deeply hidden truth off their once reluctant and hardened heart. Such glance do we currently share. He sigh deeply. I smile. He certainly gets my narration. His expression proves it all. Their darkness is relentless. He understands every mentioned details within the narration.

No one was getting in. A small wave of relief passed over me. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I was wrong about the guards outside. But my gut screamed at me that something was off, and I had learned to trust that instinct. Jasmine called for me again, her small voice echoing through the house. I was about to turn when— Flicker. The touchscreen in front of me glitched, the display distorting into garbled static before resetting itself. I froze. The locks on the screen began to change. One by one, they disengaged.

Stop causing a scene. I massaged my aching eyes and said to him with a steady voice. "This isn't a scene. I'm calmly telling you that I'm done with you!