Lock Up Book Novels & Stories

Inside the room, I found a small wooden table, a bookshelf full of books, and a comfortable armchair. “If it weren't for the dust, this place would be a perfect refuge for studying and reading,” I thought aloud as I examined the titles on the shelf. A book with a sturdy cover and a wolf emblem caught my attention. I tried to open it, but a lock protected its pages. I decided to apply some force, and it wasn't long before the lock yielded to my pressure. The title of the book was intriguing: “THE LEGACY OF THE MYSTICAL MOON PACK: THE RISE OF THE ALPHAS!”

Patience is the key to making it through this with a calm, healthy mind. I'm not afraid. That might be stupid, but it's the truth. I usually lock the door only when I'm about to sleep, but when I reach my bed and see a book on top of it, one I'm fairly sure I've never seen before hence was placed here by someone else, I make the decision to always keep my door locked no matter what. Someone came into my room. Who? I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the book intently before daring to pick it up. It says nothing on the cover. It's fairly heavy, and when I flip it open, I realize how delicate the pages are. Any bit of force will rip a page mercilessly.

I wondered since she wrote a lot in my presence that it could be possible that she possessed a diary as well. When I went to my locker after that session, I spotted Derrick. He was stuffing his books into his locker. My gaze ran with his every movement, there was something off with him. I noticed how he struggled to place his books into the little compartment while his left hand gripped his bag as tight as he could close to his chest. The handful of thick books were wobbling in his hand as he attempted to quickly stuff them inside. A few slipped off his grip while the others were awkwardly placed inside. He bent over to pick them up and shoved them into the locker. Slamming the locker door,

The lock then started to glow, silvery and dim, like the moonlight on motionless water. The circle whirled. The triangle moved. The queue moved into position. The lock loosened with a gentle click. The case then began. XENIA'S POV What I found inside was unexpected. No ledgers. No maps. No money. Just a book. It had an unmarked cover, worn edges, and a dark, nearly black leather binding. I cautiously raised it, half expecting it to melt in my palms. However, it didn't. It was heavy, real, and made of more than just parchment.

I nod. “I assumed it was yours but it’s not and it turns out to be Luna Aurora’s and out of curiosity, I took the book out and got the lock broken. I think it’s a diary” She flips the pages of the book to prove it's now unlocked. I gasp. “Oh goodness” “Have you read it?” I ask. “No,” she shakes her head. “I wanted to give it to you, because the lock looked like it was tampered with a lot, and I know you must have been curious too”

he said and started unwrapping it. I could only hope as he opened the box that I would not be disappointed. Inside was a book, a journal to be specific, with an elaborate cover design containing the few collections of memories, techniques, and musings of the pack while on enemies, the irregulars, and all the rest. W-What is this... wow,” Lucian exclaimed in shock whose brain appeared to be overwhelmed with all the contents he was flipping over. “You really went all out on this.” “It’s because I figured that we can deduce a plan on the rogues and archive everything,” I defended, a bit proud and a bit ashamed.

Perhaps a servant brought it here, I assumed, suddenly intrigued with what it contained. I lifted the thick bound and discovered it was surprisingly heavy against my hand. My fingers moved and traced my name which was delicately written on the cover in shimmering gold. Curious with what was written in the two inch thick paper, I flipped the cover only to stop in my tracks after realizing it was stuck. The frown on my forehead deepened as my gaze further surveyed the diary and discovered that it was protected with a lock which requires a four number pin. For unknown reasons, this book must be so important to me because I wouldn't take extra measures such as securing it with a password if it w

It had a scaled grain to it, subtle and unnatural, as if the thing it came from had not been fully one thing or another either. I ran my fingers lightly over it and an uneasy chill moved through me. The book was old. Very old. And not made from anything that belonged to ordinary pack life. Then I saw the lock more clearly. It was not a lock the way normal books had clasps or latches. It looked grown rather than attached, as though the book itself had formed a hard, curved fastening from the same dark material as the cover. There was a tiny raised point in the centre of it and a faint seam around the edge. It almost made me think of a sleeping eye. Or a sealed mouth.

Without Ami to distract me, there was nowhere to hide from the storm brewing inside. As CEO of Lockhart Digital Entertainment, I had access to the consortium archives. I’d never had reason to use that clearance until now. I wanted records. Details. Every project, every transaction from thirteen years ago. But the system shut me down. Access denied. Again. And again. I could see vague project descriptions from that year, but the files themselves? Restricted. The firewall was conveniently selective it only blocked access to data from the year my aunt and uncle died. There was no denying it now. Someone wanted those records buried.

I hear a door close but I don’t open my eyes to confirm, seconds later, I drift to sleep. * * * Hi, It was brought to my notice that after removing and adding the book back to your library to view the name change, the unlocked chapters were locked again. I'm sorry about this, didn't realise that was what would happen. I already informed my editor about this and she has forwarded the complaint to the tech department. I hope it can be solved to prevent a repeat in the future. Sorry for the inconveniences.