Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

I make like I'm going to try and get away, he grips me harder and looks into my eyes as he snarls, "Unlock it. I have to talk to this bestie of yours. Does she live nearby?" I shake my head. "I know you won't kill me, you need me. I refuse to unlock it." He nods to his friends and they come over grabbing my hand and bringing it to him as they try to unlock my phone with my fingerprint. What they don't realize is that my fingerprint won't work. Or do they realize it. He looks at me and smiles.

My husband’s phone vibrates on the center console. I glance over at him. He doesn't stir. His breathing stays deep and slow. I hesitate for a second, then I reach over and pick it up. The screen lights up. It's locked, but I know his passcode. I've known it for months. I unlock it. A new message sits at the top of the screen. My stomach twists as I tap it open. [The Pack: Round One: You win, Hayden. Here's Round Two. Good luck.]

June's small fingers tightened around the stuffed rabbit. "Doors that listen." Jack's throat burned. He knew that hunger. Not power. Not conquest. A lonely child wanting the world to respond. "What did it ask for?" Katherine said. June looked at Jack. "A story." The table darkened. The Locksmith whispered, "No." Jack turned. "Explain." The Locksmith's face was gray. "The first locks were built from stories repeated until blood believed them. If the Hand gets a child to tell a new origin story from inside protected branch access, it can rewrite the cost model before we finish review."

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I remember that I need a new lock screen, right now is the perfect opportunity. “What? Daniel come back” Kisses whines as I let go of her. “Just don’t move. Stay right there” I quickly snap a picture of her with a pouty face on. The moonlight is hitting just the right spot to make her glow. Her hair is still curled just a little messy and loose, the way I like it. Her makeup is natural but apparent. “Wow, you’re so beautiful” I whisper under my breath. “Let me see. Why’d you take a picture of me?” She whines, trying to look at the screen. I turn my back on her, quickly setting it as my lock screen.

Rajesh asked. "Much better!" "Do you have some meals?" Praveen shook his head. "You haven't eaten since morning? Isn't there any food in the refrigerator?" "I'm not that hungry." "Okay. Let's check this phone! I actually can't wait any longer!" Said Rajesh. He then pressed the side button on the phone to turn on the screen. It turns out the screen is locked. "Oh, shit! The screen turns out to be locked!" "Nothing is difficult if we know how!" Praveen said.

In a blur of motion, I pulled the screen right up to his face, standing on my toes as I stretched my hands. The front-facing camera scanned his features, and the lock screen vanished. Astounded, he blinked, staring at the glowing screen in my hand. “What are you doing?” I completely ignored him, turning on my heel and backing away toward the tall glass windows so he couldn't corner me. My thumb flew across the screen, tapping on the gallery icon, expecting to see the hidden blackmail footage. Instead, a random grid of hockey videos stared back at me. Panic fluttered in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. “Deleting the footage you have…”

"I am going to tell him you broke it!" "Be quiet!" I hissed at him. I tried the browser. Safari. I tapped the compass icon. A grey screen appeared. Content Restricted. You have reached your daily limit for web browsing. I stared at the screen. The glass felt cold against my fingertips. It was useless. It was a toy. It wasn't a tool. It was a prison, just like this house. I looked at the signal bars in the corner. Full LTE. But the software was locking me out. I needed a passcode. I needed a hack.

I quite like this one, I think I found my new lock screen picture, send it to me I oblige and send it to him and he gingerly goes through his settings and make the picture of us his new lock screen wallpaper, the previous one had been a photo of me but I do prefer seeing us together, it makes it feel more intimate. He locks the phone and places it back on the table continues with rocking me and humming a song, I have long since finished my cocoa and I can feel myself begin to drift off to sleep.

I tell her. She glares at me. “Don’t call her that. Its weird. Fuck I didn’t realize how in love Gracie is with you. I think it’s best if you don’t invite her to your little fantasy. She made devils piss because she saw a nude on your phone. which by the way now that I think about it. who do you have on your lock screen?” she asks, her eyes narrowed on me and pointing her fork at me. I frown. “My lock screen, I think it’s a picture of you sleeping on your stomach.” I shrug.