Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I nod at his warning, pressing the button at the side to bring the lock screen on. A picture of toddler Weslee and mom displays on it before I slide my thumb upward to bring in the home screen that’s a picture of my sweet family. “You look like you’ve just won an Olympic gold medal” Asher’s tease earns a narrow glare from me and he giggles, “How could you be so careless though? Going in there all by yourself and in the dark too?”

“Alin do’n?” “May nagpapadala araw-araw ng litrato ko na puro stolen shots tapos may dedication pang nakalagay. Ang pinakahuli ay ‘yong kahapon na gusto mong i-upload kapag hindi pa ‘ko nagpakita sa’yo. Nakakahiya kaya‘yon. Nakanganga pa akong natutulog do’n.”

a highly decorated officer asked the blonde guy who had just been parading around the tattered apartment, "It looks like who ever came in her for the victims didn't mess up tia apartment. Someone else did. This case might not be as we have been putting it. There appears to be more of this story than we see." He picked up a frame photograph from the desk, staring blankly at it, "How so detective," "A young woman gets kidnapped beside a murder crime scene, is miraculously set free days after, then retaken together with her son and housemate barely a few hours upon liberation: does any of this makes sense to you officer?"

He slides the glowing tablet six inches closer to my side of the table, leaving it right next to my silver fork. The glass screen glows between us like a blade of light, cutting through the candle shadows. His thumb could end everything with a single press. My heart skips a beat as a wave of pure adrenaline hits my chest. The signature is right there, just inches away from my hands. But I know the biometric padlock is still active. I cannot tap the screen myself, and I cannot force his large thumb onto the glass scanner. Four hours. Midnight. The glass screen glows between us like a torch, exposing every lie I cannot speak. I have less than four hours before midnight strikes, and I must find

“It’s my phone.” “I know that.” I reached for it. He didn’t hand it over. Just looked at me. The screen was blank, but I knew what he’d seen. Nothing. Because it was hard-coded. Triple-layered encryption. Biometric lock. Retinal scan. And a four-digit passcode that changed every 72 hours. Even I had trouble getting into it sometimes. “I couldn’t open it,” he said. “I know.” “Why?” I hesitated and finally came up with a lie. “I work in cybersecurity.”

I couldn't speak, so I could only endure it in silence. But Carla never let anyone off easily. "Steal your account?" she laughed. "Dude, did you just crawl out of a time capsule? This game's security is rock-solid. Literally zero stolen accounts since day one. Try using your brain next time you make up a lie." "You—who knows how he did it? Maybe he just found a way. Anyway, he stole it!" Bruce's skin was impressively thick. Even now, he refused to back down. As she was about to continue, I gently grabbed Carla's hand and shook my head.

He responded instantly: I knew you would choose that, save it, and put it as your new lock screen. My jaw gaped and I replied: Excuse me? Him: That’s what couples in love do, he shot back. Lock screens are a very good way to show me off. Don't you think? I typed: Who wants to show you off? Only that I deleted it instead. I groaned into my pillow. He was arrogant and absolutely shameless yet my stupid lips curved into a smile anyway. I stared at his photo longer than I should’ve. My thumb hovered over the “set as lock screen” option. I almost did it. Almost.

His love for Dexie had sunk into his bones, but he had expressed his feelings too late. It was an accident. I will ensure she meets me willingly. As for my other matters, I don't think I need to... It sounds, it sounds... A phone started ringing. The ringtone was extremely unique. Everyone saw a photo of a girl building a Lego structure appear on the screen. In the photo, she was extremely focused on the task at hand. Her complexion was as clear as snow, and she looked serene and beautiful. Luke had actually set a girl's image as his lock screen?