Lock Up Novels & Stories

Some were new, their gold sheen untouched by time, while others were weathered, the names on them faded but still present, still there. She tilted her head, watching Lucian with curiosity as he pulled something from his pocket. “Here,” he said, holding up a small padlock. Aurora blinked. “What’s that?” Lucian smirked. “A love lock.” She gave him a skeptical look. “You do realize we’re not a normal couple, right?” “I know.” His voice was light, teasing. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t leave something behind.” Aurora bit her lip, glancing between him and the thousands of locks already clinging to the bridge. It was ridiculous.

He always got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her beneath him. With his strong arms, Darren lifted Emery off the ground, leading her towards the bed. He pinned her down, using his formidable strength to prevent her escape. Emery shook her body vehemently, trying to break free, but to no avail. She felt trapped, like being pinned beneath a boulder.

Chad looked at Morgan's mother in disbelief, completely shocked. Esther voiced her suspicions: "Yes! It is indeed a locking. I haven't seen one in more than 20 years." Morgan looked puzzled as he glanced at his mother and asked, "What is locking? Is it that serious?" Chad nodded thoughtfully and said, "It's incredibly serious. Locking is a rare and vicious technique that is extremely difficult to deal with." Archibald walked out of his room at that point, stunned, and said, "There are still people who know how to do locking nowadays?"

I asked him. "It can get missing and we normally don't have spare keys for each cell. Although it's safer this way, the keys are well stuck and to remove it, I have to undo this metallic locker which is hardly joined together to give a firm rock hard protection of losing the keys" he replied pointing at the metallic locker that was on the foamy stuff attached to his waist belt. "So what can I do for you?"

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.

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.