Lip Locked Novels & Stories

The head of the IT department replied, "We can do that, Mr. Jordan. We're very sorry that we couldn't protect the leaked data previously." Evan sneered. "It's me who has overestimated your ability and underestimated the opposing party's ability." Evan's remark influenced the employees' moods. The deputy head, Elon Myers, said, "We have been studying the reverse IP lock system in the past few days, and we think it's worth a try." Evan tapped the table slowly. "What do you mean?" Elon explained, "It's a type of virus implant that enters the opposing party's computer once the data is stolen and ensures that their IP can't be erased."

Tell me the extraction point. "I am telling Father!" Lucas was screaming from the middle of the room now. He was holding his shin, tears streaming down his face. "You stole my iPad! You kicked me!" I ignored his jabs. I listened to the line. Beep. Beep. Beep. Then, I heard a robotic voice. "We are sorry. This device is restricted from making outgoing calls to unsaved numbers. Please contact the account administrator." My stomach dropped. Restricted. Mateo. The Bad Man. He had put a child lock on Lucas’s tablet.

I froze. Back in the basement, they had used all kinds of tools to punish me. They ripped out my fingernails one by one, so my fingers were now twisted and deformed. I murmured, "I… I had an injury." The client nodded politely. Humiliated, I made an excuse and slipped away to the restroom. Rachel followed me in and said, "Grace, listen closely. Jacob is mine." I said nothing. She slapped me hard across the face. With no one else around, she dropped the act and glared at me with pure malice. "Weren't you so arrogant before? What? Cat got your tongue now?"

The scary part? I'm actually letting my guard down when it comes to Liam. Like… there were a hundred locks on my body. And somehow, that idiot—without permission—has managed to magically unlock at least eighty of them. Just like that. No warning. No keys. I tried pinching the side of my thigh earlier—hoping it would shake me out of it. But no. My body’s a traitor. It’s not listening to me anymore. Do I even own it at this point?

“Must be the whole building this time.” “Great,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. “Just fantastic.” I heard him moving around, probably feeling for the door. A few seconds later came the sound of the handle turning, then nothing. “Lily.” “Yeah?” “The door’s locked.” “What do you mean locked?” “I mean the electronic lock engaged when the power went out. We’re stuck.” I set the box down carefully, my hands already starting to shake. “That’s not possible. There have to be manual overrides or something.”

“You’re talking about suicide.” “No,” she corrected. “I’m talking about liberation.” She reached into her jacket and tossed a small, black chip onto the floor between us. I recognized it immediately—a master key. “How did you get that?” I asked. Lira’s lip curled. “Let’s just say not everyone in Echo agrees with the reset. One of the old ghosts helped me walk out the back door.” I picked up the chip, turning it between my fingers. It was warm. Active. Real.

She searched for it and unlocked it using the fingerprint sensor on the sides. Liam: [hey] No reply. Liam: [How have you been?] No reply. Liam: [Babe, please talk to me] Anna: [I am fine] Liam: [I miss you] No reply. Liam: [Remember, no matter what, you can always count on me.]

There was a major whip bruise in that area of her hand where he was holding, making it hard for her to endure his steely grip. "Say something," Nicholas ordered in an unwavering tone. His grip on her wrist was unyielding and he maintained it for a few seconds until he realized it was all futile. Isabella would not talk even if he did this. Exhaling, he let her hand go and turned, about to walk out of the room when he felt his palm was wet and sticky. Frowning, he looked down to see red...blood?! Nicholas was sure he had no previous cut on that hand, and if he had, then Isabella's hand would be stained too. Except it was her hand that had the cut.

Jake's grip shattered, his control slipping through his fingers as he toppled over, betrayed by his own stance. As Jake crumbled, his discomfort palpable, Lily sprang into her next move. Her precision was unwavering as she targeted a vulnerable point between Jake's thumb and index finger. Her thumb pressed with exacting force, eliciting a wince of pain from him, momentarily disorienting his focus.

Lilya for the fifth time zigzag through the dots, but at the last moment the thumb broke off, not finishing the drawing. My heart was pounding with such force that it was impossible to make out the words from fear and excitement. Lips moved on the thin male face, contorted with malice. Lily understood what he was saying, perhaps even shouting, but everything merged into a single noise, as if the roar of waves against stones. My palms were sweaty, and the pads of my fingers left wet marks on the glass. The girl swiped her finger with pressure and finally released the lock. Brain feverishly thought what to do? Call, write? And most importantly, to whom? It is not known whether Ar was freed or