Lock Screen Stories Novels & Stories

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

I muttered, foot tapping against the floor as I waited for him to leave. The moment the door shut, I rose from my seat in a rush of adrenaline and crossed the room, but not before locking the door. Her wet clothes were tucked in a ziplock bag, ripped in several places. Her phone fell into my palm, and I set down the bag, praying silently that water did not ruin the device. To my relief, the screen flickered on. But it was short-lived as the lock screen demanded a fingerprint or face ID. Do not do it, Kane.

She was just looking at him. "The people who are building our house need some papers from us by Tuesday, " she said. "They need our approval to finish the job." Julian laughed. He did not sound happy. He picked up Elena's hand. I looked at her finger. She was wearing a ring. The Biometric Lockout: To get into the system they needed two things. They needed Julian's key and Elena's fingerprint. The Temporal Shield: The storm outside was helping to keep them safe. If someone tried to hack into their system it would freeze for two days.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)

5 min. Reply instant: on my way princess She was reapplying black lipstick, trying to steady her breathing, when the lock clicked and Saint walked in. Alone. He turned the deadbolt with a soft, final sound that echoed in her bones. Raven’s reflection went pale beneath the heavy contour. He held up her phone, cloned weeks ago. The text thread glowed accusingly on the screen. “Thought you could sneak a little coke in my museum?” His voice was velvet over steel. “After I specifically banned drugs in the penthouse? After I told you the only thing you get to snort is my cum?”

I find it in his jacket pocket. Hope in my throat, I lift it and click the button on the side that will alight the screen. Immediately, my hopes shrivel up and die right on the spot. The phone is locked. It’s not even asking for a number code that I could try frantically do guess. Instead it requires retinal recognition to unlock. I glance at Caleb. Surely if I try to pull back his eyelid that would be enough to wake him? Despair rises in the place that hope abandoned. This plan isn’t going to work. There’s nothing I can do.

"I'm sorry Des. I didn't even hear them coming." "It's ok, I was choosing a good channel to watch and wasn't able to to adjust the volume as well." I said grinning. I was no longer affected also as before by those two. "They must've thought I came here alone to steal some valuables!" I chuckled at how fast they accussed me. "I must have the password changed for all the locks." "That must have unnerved them because I know the right key combinations for the locks."

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

Then I unlocked the screen. A new message. [ Save my number. —Damon ] My brows pulling together slightly. “…What the hell?”