Lock Up Novels & Stories

Lucia looked at Hugh's back, hoping, that he would be able to break the lock. Hugh put his hand, on the handle, controlling the pressure he applied on the handle, he yanked the handle, pulling out the entire lock, doing it within seconds. Hugh dropped the damaged lock. Lucia heard the sound of the lock, being pulled out, and saw it drop to the ground.

In the first place, when she already have an state-of-the-art technique lock, which other apartments of this building don’t have, is asking him to attach these outmoded , bygone latches. Ant in the second place, even if she have in any degree an item of incalculable value at her home, for which she is applying these supplementary locks, why is she demanding it to be done on the other side of the door? Not withstanding with the fact that for little time, but Sophia wanted to spend her hard-earned money in these diminutive things, as she wanted to protect herself from the old Nick, how so ever feasible. Since the boy was receiving his money, without any further interrogation or any procrastina

The attending physician approaches with a stun baton. Joseph Stout holds Rebecca Caldwell, the woman he's never gotten over, against his chest. He says, "Lillian, admit you're crazy, and I'll leave Noah alone." Rebecca leans against him with a sweet smile. "Just admit it, Lillian. Joseph is only trying to help you." Joseph looks at me like I'm something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe. "Sign the psychiatric evaluation papers. Don't make me force you." I wipe the sweat from my face and smile at the security camera. "Joseph, did you forget? I still have your company's master key." His expression flickers, but he quickly scoffs. "No one's going to take a lunatic seriously." Right i

Was he trying to trick him? He glared at him and demanded. "What are you trying to say? Spill it out!" The lawyer seemed to have guessed what he thought so he hurried to explain himself before he could be considered as a sham. "I really can't! I've been trying a couple of times but it says that the account has been deactivated!" Anton abruptly shoved him off and typed himself her account in the address bar then he hit the enter button. His face turned inexplicably unreadable when he saw that his lawyer was after all telling the truth.

Elara watched his posture stiffen as he listened. “What did you find?” he asked. Ethan’s voice came through faintly but clear. “Someone accessed the HavenLock system this morning.” Elara’s heart dropped. Adrian’s focus sharpened. “Looking for what?” “A specific locker,” Ethan said. “Locker twenty-three.” Elara reached instinctively for the back of a chair. Adrian didn’t move. “When?” “About an hour ago,” Ethan said. “They were careful. Not careful enough. We’re tracking the attempt.”

“Jackson… the door.” Savannah’s voice trembled, barely audible over the rising hum of the servers. Jackson was already there, pulling at the reinforced steel handle, muscles straining, jaw locked in fury. It didn’t budge. Cole checked the panel beside it, fingers flying across the keypad. “It’s no use. Harrison activated Level-4 lockdown. Nothing opens without his override.” Savannah’s heart slammed against her ribs. “So what do we do?”

She's living behind a barricade in her own goddamn home, with those degenerates a few feet away. That won't fucking do. No door, no locks, no shitty little apartment is going to keep me from her. I slide a hand into my jacket, fingers brushing over the small case I always keep on me. A lock is just an invitation when you know how to work one. I crouch slightly, slipping the pick into place. One little twist and I hear the click. With one final push, the lock gives.

Each rung groaned under his weight, but they held. He reached the top, pressed both palms against the grate, and pushed. Nothing. It didn’t shift an inch. He tried again, harder. Still nothing. The grate wasn’t stuck from rust. It was locked from the other side with heavy padlocks, the kind used for industrial storm shutters. Luca climbed down, boots silent on the wet concrete. “It’s locked,” he said quietly, throat tightening from frustration. “Heavy padlocks. We can’t yank it open without alerting the entire estate.”

The first time I meet my girlfriend, Nadine Grant‘s parents, she stops me at the door. Her childhood friend and neighbor, Nick Lockwood, has just pulled a tarot card. The card says I'll attract trouble today, so I shouldn't go inside. Before I can say a word, Nadine reaches for the gifts in my hands. "Wait in the car for a while," she says. "When dinner's over, we'll go home together." I don't let go. "I've spent over a month getting ready to meet your parents, and you're not even letting me in?" Displeasure is written all over her face. "Andy, I'm doing this for your own good!" Before I can argue, she shoves me back into the car. Nick smiles at me through the car window. He says, "

LOGAN: It's all in this book ANYA: I also don't understand how he knew 80% of the book content by just holding it. LOGAN: (opened the book) Wait a minute....it says to lock a person with a spell, you have to say LOXSIDA...to unlock, a lock spell, it's KOLUNCIDA STRONE. How come to unlock is longer than to lock? ANYA: It doesn't matter, let's try it. (Points at Rose) Koluncida Strone. (nothing happened)