Lock Up Book Novels & Stories

There are a lot of books inside the locker and also a lot of money because the locker was a door through the big room of the Family. If I am a person that could easily dazzle with the money I'm sure that I won't go outside without bringing this all with me. And for almost 10 minutes of searching, at last, I saw a different kind of book It is a white book but still I need to confirm if this is the white book I've been looking for so I open it immediately and read what is inside of it and when I confirmed that this is the book I immediately hide it at my back and then I cover it with my shirt I closed the locker room. And then I slowly go out into the secret room.

I'd just finished cutting all four locks when a group of security guards arrived, with Jake among them. The head of security, Patrick Lewman, pointed at the locks I'd tossed aside on the ground and jumped in fury. "Who did this?" I gave a short, humorless laugh. "Do you see anyone else here?" That only made him angrier. He pointed at me and roared, "Who said you could remove the clamps without my permission? Do you know this entire complex is under my supervision? You have some nerve to remove them without authorization!" I almost laughed at his words. My car had been clamped, and I wasn't allowed to unlock it? What kind of logic was that?

Apart from the fact that I thought I saw a figure lounging around in the shadows, my curiosity ate me away. I pushed open the car door and hurried across the parking lot to the side door of the warehouse. I kept a close eye on the shadows, but no matter who - or what - had been hanging around there, it was probably gone now. At least I didn't see anything suspicious anymore. The first thing I noticed about the door was the lock. Not only did it make me wonder, it raised a bunch of new questions, because this wasn't a zero-eight-fifteen piece that was completely rusty, no, it was a brand new security lock, like the ones they are supposed to be for the new buildings were used. Almost proless-p

We leave the kitchen after washing the bowls and sat in the living room. "It's time for presents," Lia speaks happily and takes three boxes. "Three." "Yes." She smiles. She first gives the blue box to James. It is a Rolex explorer limited edition watch. James is crazy overwatches, and nothing can be better than this gift. She then hands the other two boxes to me. I first open the smaller one. It's a personalized golden cuff link with my initials studded with small diamonds. The second is more interesting. It is a collage album of Lia and I's childhood pictures combined. It is beautiful.

Kneeling down, she picked it up and read the title. “THE BOOK OF FORBIDDEN SPELLS.” There was no name of the creator anywhere on the book. Emmeline was not sure who had put the book in there but it was completely locked. The book was locked by a physical lock and a magical spell. She could tell because there was magic heat coming out from it.

The sealed book trembled once. Then became still again. The gray-coated man folded his hands behind his back. "You've spent your life searching for answers." "But answers change people." "Sometimes..." "...they erase them." The woman stepped forward. "If you know so much..." "Why not open it yourself?" A faint smile crossed the stranger's face. "I tried." "I couldn't." "The book refuses anyone..." "...except its rightful Author." Silence. Every gaze slowly turned toward Adrian. The silver lock on the black book reflected his face.

“Look, all I know is that scar, it's not just a mark. It’s a lock. Old magic. It’s used to seal something dangerous. I don’t know what but it’s not something you want to mess with.” “A lock for what?” I asked, frustration rising in my chest. “I told you, I don’t know. I’ve only read about it once in the school's archives. The kind of stuff buried under layers of protection spells. If Camryn has that on her, it means she’s not normal. Not even by our standards.” “She found this book,” I said, stepping closer. “It talks about a she-wolf. A prophecy. She thinks it’s about her and honestly, I’m starting to believe it too.”

The gate swung out. I stood there for a moment, studying the dusty old book sitting on the table. An entire library, open to anyone who could find it. And then this. One room, one gate, one lock, one book, chained down. Why? Dust laid over the cover, thick and gray. I brushed it away with my sleeve.

I interrupted "What is it" "I found this book under the bed," I said as I tried to open it but couldn’t "Damm it, it needs a key" I whispered "The key is here," Lyon said as he handed it over to me "Where did you get the key babe?" "It was wrapped on the piece of paper" "Is there something written on the paper" He turned the paper around before he spoke "Nothing is written on it" he said as he threw the paper on the floor I grabbed the key and unlocked the book before Liv spoke

At least we’d both used oversized duffle bags to move our stuff. They could be shoved into the tiny linen closet. We’d have been fucked if we’d had suitcases to store. The room was stifling hot by the time I’d put the last of my books in the footlocker. I’d have to get a lock for it because I didn’t trust Ash not to go through my stuff. Some fresh air would be nice. I went to the window and tried to open it. “Of fucking course.” It had been nailed closed and the seal painted over.