Lock Up Book Novels & Stories

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

It felt heavy, and with the edges of the book looking slightly ripped, I could only imagine the contents inside being worse off. Turning to the lock on the side, I tried to pry it open, yet it didn't budge. It looked rusted shut, as a small, unrecognisable symbol caught my attention. From what I could make out, it seemed to be an H with vines woven around the letter. Groaning, I gripped the lock tighter and pulled as hard as I could. "Come on, you stupid thing." Realising I wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid lock, I threw it back onto the desk, causing a loud thud to echo through my small room.

It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.

We continued with our workout and an hour later, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat, we stopped. Shotgun sat in the chair and I turned the music down. I sat in my box, which is a three by two foot storage locker that was only about a foot deep. I kept all my commissary and my property, like books, in it. Technically we are supposed to store all of our stuff including our issued and purchased clothes but they usually don't push the issue unless you get a CO on a power trip, which sometimes happens. drinking water and breathing deeply. I looked up at Shotgun who gave me a questioning look. “ I think I am going to write to her tomorrow. I just don't know what I am going to say.” “Be yours

Lucille’s pov My apartment door was unlocked, I froze, too terrified to take another step inside. Why on earth was my door open? I closed my eyes and stepped inside slowly, keeping my guard up in case things took a turn for the worse. I had no idea who could have broken into my home. I held my fists high, l prepared for a physical fight when a familiar voice called out from a dark corner of the room. "You don't need those..." I looked around, startled by the voice. It was Patrick. He was holding a book in his hand, my book. He snapped it shut and casually instructed me to close the front door.

She pressed a trembling hand to her lips. “I—I think I’ve been here before.” The underground library smelled of old parchment and dust, the scent of history thick in the air. Emery’s footsteps echoed against the stone floor as Alex led her deeper into the dimly lit space, the only illumination coming from flickering lanterns hanging on iron hooks. The shelves loomed high, crammed with ancient books and scrolls, the weight of centuries pressing down on them.

I stood up, getting nearer to the book spot but not touching it. I read the text in the book. "You're Locked." it says. I don't know if I should roll my eyes to it's obviousness but yeah, I am locked here undeniably sticker and I knew it already. The book turn to another page again and stops. " And you're looking for something to solve so you can get out of here." My knees are shaking and my eyes widened. How did it know I'm thinking it? It turns to other pages again which seems like it's answering my thoughts and it's terrifying. "It's because I can read you. "

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.