Keys Sound Novels & Stories

Kai struggled to his feet, the plug shifting inside him with every movement, a delicious, maddening sensation. Victor walked around him, his eyes appraising. “Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “It suits you.” He then reached into his bag again, pulling out a small, silver key. He held it up. “This is the only key,” he said. “I will be the one to take it out. You will not touch it. You will not take it out yourself. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” Kai said, his voice barely a whisper.

He touched them both with his thumb, one after the other, feeling the different textures—the smooth metal of the key, the hard plastic of the fob. He thought about the word key and all the things it could mean. A key to a door. A key to a city. A key to a code. A key in music, the thing that determined the shape of the melody. A key in a map, the thing that told you what the symbols meant.

The sound of the electronic lock being swiped. The door opened, and a figure in a short skirt walked in with the ease of someone who knew exactly where she was going.

"It's fine… however,Kota had overheard a phone call with the clients and someone else .. she wanted to get the supplies but not give the codes… Kita had managed to get out of the house with the codes like she calls it. She says there are four keys with numbers engraved in it. … Simply put the client had tried playing smart ass with us, she may have given us some silly numbers after getting the products she wanted.. She is not to be trusted and neuter is her handler as well" I explain funky yelling pauses. "The keys?... Where are they?" He asks out of the blue. "Kita got them out of the building and I had someone pick up soon enough it would be with me" i explain once again not getting why ma

“We split the pot. You race. We call it a day. What do you say?” How could I say no to an offer like that? The Hellcat came with two keys—red and black. The black key was the standard key one would use with the car for regular civilian driving. The red key was for racing. As soon as it went into the ignition the warranty was void. And that was the kind of shit that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Fuck,” I growled. Rick started laughing again. I held out my hand to Kevin who stared at it in shock. “I say let’s do it.”

Kai's The keyboard they brought me wasn't a piano. It was a sixty-one-key plastic slab that smelled like a cheap factory and sounded like a dying greeting card. It sat on a rolling hospital tray, wedged between a box of blue nitrile gloves and a stack of "Patient Rights" brochures that felt like a joke. The keys felt hollow under my fingers, lacking the weighted resistance of the Steinway I grew up on, but I didn't have the luxury of being a snob anymore.

“I have keys, but no locks, what am I?” Excitement flooded through me as I immediately knew the answer. “A keyboard!” I answered and at the same time, Luka did as well. It was only natural that we were both able to answer it. It would be weird if we hadn’t known, especially since we work at a tech company. Turning my head, I smiled at Luka just as two of the three health bars disappeared. “You are correct. My health has been cut down to one-third, but don’t think I will go easy on you.” The Sphinx boss spoke.

“Very well, let us take that plan of yours and see the end of it.” Somewhat unconvinced, no, having a bit of a doubt by the detailed plan that Kyle just said. He played it safely, looking at Kyle’s eyes so that He above all else will know if He is lying or not. But then He didn’t see such a thing. Making Him trust Kyle a bit more, which is a trap, the scheme, and Kyle’s game. All to have the perfect destruction of the last and seventh loop. “Excellent.” “THE SEVEN KEYS’. With the ones that are needed for you to find, I want you to concentrate on the ones that are needed to be made and perfectly.”

Aiys said honestly. Keysa remembered all the strange traits and attitudes of Aiys lately, especially earlier. When Aiys asked Keysa to accompany Aiys around the school. Remembering that, Keysa's tears fell again. Keys is sorry. Seeing Keysa crying again, Aiys was surprised. "Why Keys?" Aiys asked worriedly. Keysa was silent for a moment, "Sorry," said Keysa's mouth. Aiys was surprised, "Do what?" asked Aiys. "Sorry, I don't want to accompany you around the school," Keysa said honestly.

She turned to Brandon who was as flabbergasted as she was. She continued to read the next page. “Mission #3: Set that KEY up and make it look bad infront of everyone!” The answer sheet to their examination was glued at the back of that leaf. “It can’t be,” she muttered, studying the answer sheet. Brandon nodded. “The key is basically a representation of someone…” He paused for a moment. “… and that key is Kace.” Nix became mute for a good 30 seconds before bursting into tears. “Who would do this??? Whose is this, Brands?”