Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

"And the biometric locks?" "We frame them as his protection, not ours." I stop pacing, meeting her eyes. "We tell him the cases are programmed only to his prints and retinas—pulled from public prison records, but he doesn't need to know that. If anyone else tries to force them open, they self-seal and trigger a silent alarm. It's marketed as 'anti-theft' for him. He gets the money clean, no middlemen skimming, orbanks asking questions. He just shows up, verifies, takes the cases, and vanishes."

I take his phone and close the app when I see the rating. I notice something behind the app. "Where did you get this?" I ask him to show me again and unlock his phone. "It's our fake engagement photo. I thought people might get it better if they saw it, not that I'd actually let anyone see my phone," he says, turning off his phone. "This is the lock screen, same as before." "I should do that. John shouldn't be on my case. And one of them should be changed to a picture of both of us."

The blue circle on the screen spun once, twice, three times. Authenticating... I held my breath, the sound of my pounding blood deafening in my ears. The pain in my back seemed to vanish, replaced by a suffocating, ice cold dread that tightened around my throat like a pair of iron hands. The screen flickered. A stark red notification banner flashed across the center of the display; ACCOUNT STATUS: FROZEN / RESTRICTED BY LEGAL HOLD. My pulse stopped completely. "No..." a small, desperate sound broke from my lips. "No, no, no..."

Grayson was surprised, but he decided to ignore the warning and continued staring at Belle's phone. Suddenly, a horrifying jump scare appeared from the screen, startling him to the point of almost throwing the phone away. The animated image depicted a ghost with bleeding eyes, nose, and mouth, its terrifying gaze seemingly targeting those attempting to access Belle's phone. Gathering his composure, Grayson scrolled down, encountering more eerie images before reaching a password-protected lock screen. Despite trying various passwords, none proved correct.

But I wasn’t planning on being caught. I pressed the power button and waited for the screen to light up. It didn’t. I pressed it again. Nothing. Frustrated, I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and pressed the button again. The phone blinked to life, but instead of the usual lock screen, it asked for a password. I froze. What? I couldn’t believe it. Sarah had never locked her phone before. We agreed—we always agreed—to keep our phones unlocked, to be transparent with each other. So why was this locked? Why had she locked it now?

[File Locked: Unauthorised access forever. [Self Destruct in 15 hrs, 35 mins, 10 secs] [9 secs…] [8 secs…] [7 secs…]

I started scrolling through a travel app, frantically looking for a cheap, sketchy motel nearby—anything that cost under fifty dollars a night and had a working lock on the door. Right then, a bright purple notification banner flashed across my screen from my encrypted chat app. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

he hissed,* "Then I'll just have to make you." Without warning, Liam's fingers dipped below Elaine's panties, directly touching her sensitive clit. He rubbed circles around it, watching as Elaine's body convulsed in pleasure.The sudden contact with Liam's fingers sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through Elaine's body. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she gripped onto Liam's arm, digging her nails into his skin.*

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I could picture it—his thick cock stretching me open, pounding hard while I gripped the wood and moaned like a desperate slut. My face felt flushed, my body alive with need, balls tight and heavy. “You talk about a big game for a man I just met. What if I call your bluff?” He grinned, wicked and hungry, his hand squeezing my thigh harder, fingers digging in. But then he nodded toward the laptop. “Later. First, let me show you the rest of the files.” As he clicked through folders to pull up another section, my eyes caught something in the directory list. A locked file named “Real Story.”