Lock Every Door Riley Sager Novels & Stories

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai

He wants to terrify me. The drapes are half torn from their rod, hanging crookedly over the spotlessly clean window. Both pillows have been slashed open, their stuffing bursting through the worn cases. The sheets are ruined with bright red paint. My suitcase has been sliced completely in half, my clothes thrown everywhere. Ryder draws a SIG SAUER from his shoulder holster, which is barely hidden beneath his dark blue windbreaker. “Stay out in the hall.” “Bullshit.” I reach into my purse, pull out my Glock, and follow him right into the dark room, ignoring his curse.

Vicky thought the sound was made by Aurora, so she hurriedly walked out of the kitchen. However, when she saw a tall figure confidently walking in, Vicky froze. "Tyler Hart, why are you here? And... How did you know the password for my door lock?" Tyler glanced at her and took out a bunch of keys. "Does it look like the door is only accessible with a password?" Smart locks usually came with a set of keys for emergency purposes. After divorcing Tyler, Vicky changed the password but did not replace the lock.

Sirens blared, and flashing red lights cut through the white, throwing jagged shadows against the walls. “Shit,” Riley hissed, grabbing my arm. “This way.” We sprinted down a side corridor, boots slamming against the concrete, ducking into a doorway just as more guards flooded in from the main entrance. Riley moved fast—faster than I expected—his claws slicing through the throat of a man blocking our path. The guard choked on his own blood, stumbling back, and I didn’t hesitate before slamming into the next one, sending his body crashing into a control panel. Sparks burst from the impact, the room flickering with erratic light.

You never walked in without being watched. At the far end, a battered steel door sat beneath a flickering red light. Riley walked up and knocked three times — slow, fast, slow. A slit opened in the metal. A woman’s eyes narrowed from the other side. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Hi, Romy,” Riley said. “Missed you too.” The door creaked open. --- Romy looked like a ghost that had survived a fire and then lit another one just for fun. Tall and sharp-eyed, she wore a dark trench coat with knives strapped to her thighs and silver rings on every finger. Her hair was coiled into dreadlocks streaked with blue, and her gaze lingered too long on Jaxon before she turned to Riley with arms crossed.

They ripped his throat out with their teeth and drug him into the woods to wait again for Jackson's order. I nodded to Sage and we took off running through the manicured lawn to the door. Once there I punched the code to the security system into the keypad by the door. The light switched to green as soon as I pressed the enter button after I'd punched in the four digit code and the door clicked. I quickly opened the door and slipped in with Sage right behind me, silently shutting the door behind us.

He turned immediately. "This way." They moved through it. At the end was another door, older, less imposing. He tried the handle It was locked. Ryan exhaled through his nose and scanned the floor. He crouched, picked up a thin piece of metal, part of a broken fixture and straightened. "Give me a second," he said to Sylvie Sylvie watched, heart in her throat, as he worked the lock with practiced ease. The seconds stretched. Just then... Click. The door opened.

' He thinks inwardly and walks fast inside the mansion. Riley locks her room first and tosses out all the wrinkled photos in the dustbin. She had a premonition that he would come into her room so as not to face him in her pathetic state. She changes back into her pajamas and switches off the light in her room. She tries to sleep with a single lamp on. Soon she hears his footsteps and then the room opens from outside, this gives her a shock since she believed that if she locked her room, she would be safe. It turned out he even had keys to open the door anyways. The footsteps soon come near her, and he bends down to her level and kisses her on the forehead.

“So, what? I am the boss. You have my permission.” “Damn you. You don’t understand because you know nothing. I need to go now!” I yelled and headed for the door. It was locked. I kept trying to open it but it was still locked. “It would not work.” He said and the whole room suddenly lit up. Raylie was holding a remote control in his hand while yawning. He then took his coat and the car key. He walked towards the door and tapped his fingers on the key monitor. The door opened.

The smart lock. My blood turned to ice. Liam’s state-of-the-art security system was nothing to the Moretti family’s hackers. I jumped out of bed, grabbing the pepper spray from under my pillow. I pressed my back against the bedroom door. Footsteps. Steady, slow. Filled with that soul-crushing dominance. One step, two… they stopped right outside my door. No knocking. No breaking it down. Another soft click. The lock slid open. A tall, dark silhouette stood in the doorway, framed by the dim light from the living room.