Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

Her fingers still touching her lips, her other hand grabbing the rim of her dress. Her thoughts drifted back to the phone she had retrieved earlier from the scene and the message etched on its screen. she hastened to the spot where she had kept the phone, her eyes locking onto the device as she picked it up. The screen remained locked, taunting her with its secrets. She turned the phone over in her hands, searching for a hidden password or some clue that might reveal the contents of the message. With a sigh, she realized that brute force was her only option. She scrolled down to the notification bar, her eyes scanning the limited text visible on the screen.

"If I were you, and my girlfriend had been pushed down the stairs, I would've called the police instead of imprisoning a suspect myself. And if it's true that your girlfriend framed me, then she's the one who should apologize. But that doesn't erase the fact that you committed a crime by holding me captive. "I need to rest now. Please leave," I announced. Harvey stepped forward and gestured toward the door. "If you two don't leave, I'll have to call security." Phoebe's delicate facade cracked, her face twisting with malice as she glared at me. "Raelynn, stop pretending to be innocent!" she spat venomously. "You're lucky this past month didn't kill you—it even helped you start talking again.

"Shelly, let's use your phone! Once we are done with the photo, you can send it to Mr. Tate!" Courtney, too, wanted Hayden and Shelly to be together. Unable to argue with Courtney, Shelly unlocked her phone, and it was at that very moment that she recalled that she used the photo of her twins as her lock screen.

I finally manage to draw my lock-screen pattern, but when i open Whatsapp it's messages from the squad's group chat Men dem that are blowing up my phone, not Chimamanda. They are coming in like missiles in a guerilla war. I stop myself short from calling Sango down on all of them.

Before realizing that the entire right side of my screen is frozen, and is preventing me from typing in my password in order to gain access. Are you fucking kidding me? After trying to get my phone unlocked for a few more minutes, I see Jack's contact appear on my Lock Screen, indicating that I had received multiple texts from him. But because my settings are on "unlock to view message" I am unable to see anything he's trying to say to me. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. "Okay class, that's all for today. We'll dive more into the subject when I see you guys back in here on Wednesday." The professor spoke, dismissing the class.

Please confirm final approval. I stare at the screen. This isn’t reflection. This isn’t confusion. This is consent. My thumb hovers. Then presses YES. The screen confirms. And somewhere, already, the story starts changing without me.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

I whisper. I then enter my pin and as he watches, I go into the settings and remove all the passcodes that I had put into it. I look up at him as I press the power button and then press it again, bringing up the lock screen; I face it towards him, he lifts his hand from my hip and touches it, swiping his finger across it and then smiles as it unlocks, bringing up a photo of me and him.

Upon thinking it was the system again, the usual screen once again popped up. [System Sync Status: 100%] [System Sync Complete] [You are now ranking up!] #### Hi guys. Do you like the story? Please leave a comment if you do.

Lily, seated cross-legged with the laptop perched in front of her, sighed. “We already tried ‘The Craft,’ ‘Veronica,’ and ‘Twilight.’ She was obsessed with all of them. It’s not that.” Maya huffed. “Then we’re back to square one.” “Well, technically, we’re at square three,” Lily muttered, motioning at the laptop screen. The small message blinking back at them was like a countdown to doomsday: “Three attempts remaining before permanent lockout.” They both stared at it in silence, the weight of what it meant pressing on their shoulders.