Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

Scream the end of the game and the winner of the task. But just then... Click. We heard it. And right before our eyes, the stupidly stubborn matte black metal lockbox opened. It actually opened. It opened!!! "Annnddd stop! Game over!"

I hear Kain let out a burst of dry laughter and turn to face him with a puzzled glance. “Mister Smith, this type of thing is so common for all of those who work in the limelight, that if you got a single credit for every time it happened, you would be rich within a month,” Kain says, glancing up from his laptop with a smirk plastered all over his face. “She is the first to get up here, but now that I know someone out there has cloned my keycard, I’ll be having Drake fix that issue right away, less all of my past flings will find their way here, and I shall get no peace trying to satisfy them all,” he says, there seems to be a smug proudness on his face which makes me want to leave right here

“…you seem way more affected than I am.” Cole grabbed my wrist instantly,not rough,just desperate. His eyes locked onto mine. “I'm gonna tame you.” I whispered and licked his ear lobe.

A new message had appeared on the lock screen. No number No name Just a single sentence. ROUND TWO BEGINS. Ryan’s blood ran cold.

Annie eagerly pressed the power button on the phone. After a few seconds of the startup animation, the face unlock prompt appeared. “Is everything inside still there?” she asked. The store owner shook his head. “I haven’t touched anything, but I need you to unlock it first before I can check.” Annie pouted, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll find a way to unlock it and come back.” As she stared at the lock screen picture of someone who looked almost exactly like her, a wild look filled her eyes.

Naked and shivering slightly in the cool draft of the room, I crept across the floor like a ghost on a mission. When I reached the chair, I pulled his phone from the pocket. The screen lit up instantly under my thumb, demanding a passcode. I didn’t even hesitate. I typed in my own birthday, the numbers locked deep in the vault of my obsession. Click. The lock screen vanished. There she was. A string of demanding, flirty texts capped off by a final message sent three minutes ago: Door's unlocked, babe. See you in a minute.

Shane narrows his eyes at me and says. "Don't make me keep you locked up here with me all summer." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind. I love spending time with you." I say, giving him a big smile. Shane just stares at me. I can tell he doesn't have a clue what to say. Lucky for him his phone rings, giving him an excuse to get out of this conversation. He glances at the screen and then up at me. "Hello." He says into the phone, keeping his eyes on me.

The familiar notification sound on my phone tells me the transaction was successful. Just in case, I restart the app and go back into the book… but it’s still locked, same as before. Oh, for crying out loud! Bastards! They took my money and gave me nothing in return! This day is just one big disappointment. After fifteen minutes of fuming and constantly refreshing the app, I finally accept the bitter truth: without a sucker, life is dull. Tossing my phone aside in frustration, I drag myself to the bathroom before bed. After taking care of business, I wash my hands—when suddenly, the light in the bathroom goes out.

Her voice still sounded sad. “It’s just that I’m busy right now with something very important—but it’s a good thing.” We didn’t talk much, just enough to calm her down a bit. When I hung up, Lohan took the phone from my hand and started examining it. “What else does this magic little box do?” Finally, something had sparked his curiosity... “A lot of things!” I took the phone back and showed him how I unlocked it. “I use a passcode, but you can also unlock it with fingerprints so only registered users can access it.”

"You really think a digital lock can hold me? What the fuck were you thinking, Gregory?" Madison slammed the heel of her hand against the sleek mahogany desk. The screen in front of her blinked a mocking, neon red. ACCOUNT FROZEN. ASSETS SEIZED. The cursor throbbed like a taunting heartbeat. Across the room, the wall-mounted television flickered to life, showing a news ticker about the Clarke Empire’s sudden, catastrophic liquidity crisis.