Lip Locked Novels & Stories

She had not woken since the partial conversation in the draw. Lia turned to face me, hands still visible, the data drive clipped to her belt like a quiet accusation. “You can’t extract the schedules by force,” she said. “The encryption is keyed to a dead-man protocol. If my residual signature drops out of the oversight layer’s monitoring window without the proper handshake, the drive wipes. You get nothing, and the people who actually set the glassing windows simply adjust their timeline. You’ve already confirmed the only thing they needed from me—proof that you will keep the secondary host alive no matter the cost. That confirmation is already delivered. Everything after this is negotiation

His eyes burned with obsession. “The chip belongs to me!” Aurora backed away. “No.” “It belongs to my family!” “No.” “You don’t even know how to use it!” Lucien shouted over the gunfire. “She’s not supposed to.” Sebastian stopped. “What?” Lucien smiled again. “The chip is encrypted.” Aurora frowned. Encrypted? Lucien looked at her. “Only one person can unlock it.” Sebastian’s confidence returned. “Perfect.” He pointed his gun directly at Aurora.

Luna's hands shook as she pulled open the metal cover. Inside were rows of switches. A digital lock. Code protected. Scarlett frowned. "How do we open it?" Luna stared at the keypad. Then her eyes widened. "It needs a subject authorization." Scarlett's stomach twisted. Of course it did. Luna slowly lifted her hand to the scanner. The system beeped. ACCESS DENIED Her pulse quickened. Why? Luna's face went pale. "I'm no longer connected." Good. That meant she was truly free.

​He sat down at the head of the table and opened his tablet. ​"Item one," he said. "The integration of the Zurich servers." ​I looked at the back of his head. ​I was in the room. ​I was watching. ​And I was the only one who knew that the frequency wasn't the only thing I had locked. ​Cliffhanger: ​My phone buzzed in my lap. ​A notification from the Jersey server. ​Manual Access Detected: User ST_Admin_1. ​Liam. ​He was already trying to bypass the lockout while I sat three feet away from him.

Against her instincts, Lily adjusted the password. 'TheBreathingGreen02' Lena’s eyes were sharp, watching every key. Lily took a breath and pressed Enter. The screen blinked, then turned red. "Incorrect Password. 0 Attempts Remaining.nDevice is now permanently locked. All data will be erased." Maya screamed. “No!” Lily shot to her feet, knocking her chair backward. “What?!” Her hands flew to the keyboard, trying to undo it, backtrack, cancel, stop—anything. But the phone’s screen had already gone black.

"See that? There's a phone number there. Just give them a call, and they'll unlock it for you." I took a deep breath, looked at Kelly's pale face, and pulled out my phone to make the call, forcing down my anger. As soon as I made the call, I heard the phone in the security booth in front of me ringing. Jake walked in with a smile, hung up the phone, and came back out holding a set of keys. "Unlocking it costs 200 dollars. Would you like to proceed, Mitch?" Even though I'd suspected something like this, I was still furious. So much for "rules and regulations"—this was clearly all just his doing.

The lock clicks. Sealing my fate.

Leo's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. "There's an old story about a locksmith," Killian said, leaning back slightly. "Best in his province. He built a lock so precise that the men who hired him assumed nothing could ever get through it. What none of them knew was that the locksmith had a partner, someone already on the inside who'd been handed a key. Between the two of them, they could open that door whenever they wanted, and make it look, to anyone watching, like the door had simply failed on its own." He looked at Leo steadily.

Phoebe Dover, Stephen Linnell's beloved, lay in a coma. As for me, a mute, I hadn't even been given the chance to defend myself before Stephen locked me away in his basement. Fear and hunger consumed me, my spirit shattered. Over time, I developed amnesia. Each day, more of my memories slipped away, little by little. Stephen sneered at me, accusing me of faking it, but I could barely remember who he was anymore. …

Didn't work. I tried just four zero and one two three then the phone showed me I had only one more try before it completely locked itself. I searched my head for any numbers related to Liam and that was when I came up with a thought. I tried my birthday. And you freaking know what? It worked. As sweet as flattering as to not only be on his lock screen but my birthday was used as his passcode, I started to feel guilty as I read through his messages. From: Nyla (3 hours ago)