Lip Locked Novels & Stories

Knot with a frown. "It was… a toy for a game of police catching a thief that Miss Jacqueline was playing." "If it's just a toy," said Jackson, "I'm sure we could get someone to unlock them." Mr. Knot smiled wryly and said, "But that toy is a limited edition, and the lock and key are specially made, so… they are very rare. Without a special lock from the manufacturer, an ordinary locksmith would not be able to unlock the handcuffs." Jackson's face darkened. How could he possibly let his daughter stay handcuffed to that little bastard?

Now, no one could open the love lock unless they forcefully destroyed it. ‘Iron solution?’ Paige was stunned. The man was truly professional. The locksmith even sent Paige some photos. Satisfied, Paige gave him a five-star rating on Yelp. The locksmith: [Is Chris your husband?] Paige: [Yes, what's the matter?] The locksmith: [Your husband seems a bit shady. While looking for your love lock, I saw another one with your husband's name on it.] Paige: [You misunderstood. That's not my husband. It's just someone with the same name.]

Lip – lock : a long amorous kiss ___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 For some odd reason , I could not look away or walk away from what I had been seeing. Clearly , they need privacy but it was as if my feet was stuck to the ground. I think it was the disbelief that caused this odd reaction , or rather it was the disrespect they both have shown by having sex in a house that just held a funereal. I did not want to get caught , but I also wanted to yell at them and curse profanities for their disrespect. The cherry on this sundae , is that my eyes were not able to leave his bare chest – his tattoos were impeccable.

Third Person POV Liam flexes his neck, cracking his knuckles as he walks over to the lock. It has a number pad on it, attached a clicking mechanism at the edge of the door that allows it to swing open and close. Ten numbers, two symbols. An asterisk and a number sign. Thousands of possible combinations. But he thinks back to the time he saw the man trying out the locks. It didn’t seem too complicated. He didn’t appear like he was pressing a lot of buttons.

Terror surged through me when I realized all this. No. I couldn't be locked up here… I had wanted to finalize the divorce tomorrow… Forcing myself to calm down, I softened my tone and pleaded with Zane. "Fine, I did it. I admit my mistake and swear I'll never try to hurt her again. Can you please let me go?" However, as the words left my lips, the last lock clicked into place. Once Zane was sure I had absolutely no way of escaping, he abruptly threw the keys aside. Then, he cupped my face in his hands. His bloodshot eyes burned with an anger I had never seen in him before.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

I am quite shocked by that action. “His inner wolf is bonding with him and you were trying to remove him from Silver, which makes you a threat, no matter who you are to him,” Lila mind link. I nod my head in understanding. Let them all bond because they will see more of each other. I stood up and packed all the plates. ******

His grunt echoed in her small apartment, his pain evident. She was quick in her movements, faster as ever she limped to the door, unlocking all the three locks that she had herself deliberately ensured were perfectly secure. For the first time she hated the latches. She didn't fail to realise that her own shaking hands were making the job harder, delaying what on a normal could have been quickly done. By the time all the locks were opened, she moved hastily, eager to pull the door open before bolting outside but before she could, his hands grasped her again, this time holding her by waist before tackling down.

It was a violation, and the guilt returned with a vengeance. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I answered, my voice still a whisper. “I'm in, Marcus. What do I do?” “Good. Listen carefully. It’s a Malcovich tech laptop, highly encrypted. You can’t just guess the password. The system is designed to lock out after three incorrect tries. You need to use the backdoor.”

“Or so I thought.” “What do you mean?” He hesitated, just long enough to make me uneasy. “It’s not just his. The vault’s biometric lock requires two matches to open; mine and yours.” My breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “It’s not,” he said simply. “I’ve already tested it.” I stared at him, my mind racing. “Why would it need my data?I did not even know that such a place exists until one week ago. ” “That’s the million-dollar question,” Levi said, his voice as cold as stone but the look in his eyes said something different.