Lock Up Book Novels & Stories

There were lots of notes she needed to write And as I wasn't engaged, I decided to use the opportunity to write them for her. I headed to her locker, unlocked it and opened it. I selected the book I would need. While I was going through her locker, I came across a book that I got attracted to. It was an old book, having the skin of a wolf. It caught my eyes but I returned it Saying if I had to go through it, it must have to be with Everest's permission. I picked what I wanted to take, locked her locker and headed to the Library to copy the notes.

Esther tried to moan, but her throat was still blocked. She gave her head a little shake and Alfie, ever the gentleman slid his cock out. Esther was amazed to feel her throat shrinking as it left her, like elastic snapping back but in slow motion, she gasped a few times, yelped “Fuck as Curt found her clit again, and swallowed tentatively a few times. The door to the room was rattling. It had been locked when they came in and clearly whoever was trying to open it now had a large bunch of very similar keys as he was making very little progress and plenty of noise.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

His hands snapped out but his touch was ginger when his fingers curled around the book's binding, "would it be wise to leave this on the shelf? Anyone would be able to read it." Zora filed the books on the last row before reaching out for the book in the man's hand. The corner of her lips kicked up in a smile, "This book will remain untouched for years to come because only one person has the key to open it." "The book isn't exactly locked, Zora," the man sounded exasperated. She shot him a glare, "Try opening it then." The man did as she asked but the book wouldn't budge. He grunted something unintelligible under his breath before thrusting it into Zora's chest, "Who is the one that can open

The lock clicks. Marcus moves to his desk without looking at me. He picks something up. Holds it without turning around. "The wolves tonight weren't random," he says. "I know. Kael told me." "Kael told you they were hunting you." He turns now. In his hands is a book. Old. Leather-bound. The kind that looks like it hasn't been opened in decades. "He doesn't know why." "Do you?"

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

A small iron box sat in the center of the desk, covered in cobwebs so thick they looked like grey cotton. I swept the cobwebs away with my sleeve, my fingers brushing against the cold iron lid. The lock was small, shaped like a sleeping wolf. I didn't have time to look for a key. I grabbed a heavy brass paperweight from the desk and wedged it under the lock's latch, pressing down with all my weight. Snap. The old brass latch sheared off, and the iron lid popped open with a dull clink. Inside lay a single book. It was bound in dark red leather, the surface cracked and worn, stamped with the private seal of the late King.

To a stranger, it looked like a weathered rock with two small, oval craters—just natural erosion. I opened my locket and pulled out the tiny, intricate key. My hands were trembling so much I almost dropped it. I pressed the key into the center of the craters and turned. Click. A small, perfectly concealed stone flap groaned open. Inside, wrapped in heavy plastic to protect it from the Pennsylvania damp, was a thick, leather-bound book. Carter’s Ledger. I pulled it out, my breath catching in my throat. I opened the first page, the ink faded but legible.

Nothing peculiar—. GOLDILOCKS. For some reason, that title stood out. Gold. Locks. These two words kept burning in my mind like they mean something. “Can it be?” My hand reached out before I could stop it. Experienced, my index finger hooked on the top of the title and pulled. Click, clack—SHWOOP! The entire row of books vanished at the blink of my eyes, and a gold safe deposit box greeted me. “Fuck, it’s password locked.” I breathed, my fingers running lightly across the keypad, my brain fiercely weighing the pros and cons. A grip of determination later, I’ve decided.

A lockbox is fixed to the wall–built within it. The room blurs. I forget where I am as I send my powers into the lockbox. Metal sizzles until the frame comes loose from the wall, and the little metal door falls into my hand. I toss it behind me and reach inside, praying, my fingertips grazing cash and jewelry before finding… the book. “Yes,” I hiss, smiling deliriously as I pull the book from its hiding place, clutching the small, black leather cover and rocking back on my heels. I flip through the pages, confirming it’s the copy, the only book of its kind in existence.