Lock Up Novels & Stories

They still had to decipher the message behind her sister's letter and Doris, in true BFF fashion, had offered to help. Actually, after ransacking every single place Clarissa had worked in, Julia had found two days ago that the Locker 20 wasn't actually a locker. Locker was a private establishment peculiarly for protecting peoples' valued properties. It was just like a storage house but it was quite a unique storage house. The building... it looked like they had spent billions of dollars on it. The security was tight. There were surveillance cameras and scary muscle-bound men in smartly tailored suits at virtually every angle.

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."

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

Well, let's see how they face tomorrow I head straight to the VENOMS private locker. The cameras aren't working except one but what will be done to me? My face is unseen and I've their keys copied three days before starting school. I open the lockers with ease. Bring out their gloves and I tear it into pieces with a Scissors. Same with their extras and special puck they use for important games. Looking at the mess, I stuff their locker with a string ball made to hit the moment the locker gets opened.

Make it sloppy. I stand and press the boiled rag into the padlock’s throat; the fibres jam just enough to keep the hasp from seating later. I smear a thumb of my blood on the wrong spur in a handprint Luther will not follow. I knot the braid’s loose tail around the hinge pin so a hard slam will walk it free. “New game,” I whisper. “On three, drop.” “Drop?” Hyden blinks. “Like potatoes,” I say, because he’ll remember the joke.

“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?”

It was sharp and unbearable. I didn't know how much time had passed before Jacob finally stepped into the ward and saw me sitting up. "Grace, you're awake. What do you want to eat? I can have the chef make something and send it over." I thought he would feel some guilt after learning what I went through, but he acted like nothing had happened. That was when I broke. "Enough!" "Jacob, wasn't locking me in the basement supposed to teach me obedience? Well, I've learned. I've stopped hoping for your love, so why won't you just let me go?"

Ryan's face hardened. He didn't even look at me. His voice was ice. "Lock her in the west wing's silver cell. She doesn't leave until I say so."

the voice was low but it was enough to scare the bar tender. "I'm doing some business." "I told you to get out or else I would destroy this door. I'm warning you." he threatens making the bar tender shudder. He reach out for the door and unlocked it but before he could open it, the door flung open and a hard and heavy fist landed right on his face swiftly, punching him again and again. When the bar tender open his eyes, he was met by a furious dark orbs ready to swallow him alive. "Please, I—I'm sorry! Let m—me go." the bar tender cried as a string of blood flow from his nose with dark bruises on the side of his lips.

Elara gripped the door handle. "Ten minutes," Ethan said through gritted teeth. Adrian pulled out his own phone and dialed. "Who are you calling?" Elara asked. "Someone who owes me," he said. The line connected. "I need a favor," Adrian said without preamble. "HavenLock Storage. Sublevel access. Lock down the building. No one leaves." A pause. A voice on the other end, too low for Elara to hear. "I don't care what it costs," Adrian said. "Do it. Now."