Lock Up Novels & Stories

I raise my chin in defiance. “Vale. Ashbourne.” Lilith smiled fully this time. Like they just gave her the best news of her day. Of course just my luck. Before the sparring could begin, we are instructed to change into combat attire. Private lockers line the far wall, each equipped with matching black tactical leggings, fitted shirts with subtle protective padding, gloves, and boots. The fabric smells faintly of leather and antiseptic, clean but infused with the sharp scent of purpose.

The red text on my laptop screen remained static, signaling our complete lockout from the league registration database. ​System Lockout Active. Roster Status: Disqualified. Reason: Active Federal Arrest Warrant for Rhys Keller for Corporate Espionage. ​The mechanical alarm of the hospital's security system did not sound, but the automatic double doors at the end of the intensive care corridor clicked shut, locking from the inside. On the wall monitor near the reception desk, the local law enforcement dispatch feed displayed a priority response code heading toward our exact coordinates.

She kept throwing Trojan horse data in an attempt to squeeze the Death Broadcast room. Ross said, “Do you still remember what the Death Judge said? There is a pre-set time lock at the bottom of the glass cover. What he said is a time lock. It doesn’t need a key to open at all. Once the time is up, it will open naturally, but the time is definitely not too short!” The few of them frowned and began to think. “It seems to be true!” “If the key he mentioned is not used to open the lock, what is it used to open?”

Frederick whimpered, but Big Lock had already left the cell door and was coming in my direction. "Hold him. Take off his pants and stick his white ass up. I'm gonna have a blast today." Big Lock seemed very happy with what he was about to do. "Big Lock, what's this, man, please. Let's talk!" I begged. "Understand that you're now my lunch box and I'll eat you whenever I want. My joy jar. Eat and smile!" Big Lock let out a laugh. "Relax, you're gonna like my big lock, it's like Iron Man's fist!"

Loitering is bound to draw someone’s attention. I walk over to the closest locker, gently grasping the combo lock that’s keeping it shut. It’s one of those cheap ones you can buy at any office supplies store. I don’t even need to pull out my tools to crack it. All I do is tug on the bottom to take most of the slack out of the shackle. Keeping a medium amount of tension, I turn the combination face clockwise until it snags on a sticking point —the first number in the sequence. I then rotate back counterclockwise and find the second sticking point, before finally turning it clockwise one more time until… Pop!

“Please wаіt hеrе fоr hіm, I dоn’t wаnt tо hаvе to fіx thаt lock, ѕо ѕtор playing wіth іt.” Wіth thаt, hе shuts the dооr abruptly, and I’m left ѕtаrіng at thе stub оf the tіnу nаіl fіlе still lоdgеd іn thе lосk.

Harris explained with a nervous tone. "Good, what kind of Lock does she have on her door?" Louis asked. "It's an electronic lock door with a fingerprint opening... Only her fingerprint can open it!" Harris explained. "Good of you, give back the phone to him," Louis said, as he ordered Harris to return the phone to one of his men. "Make sure you keep a close eye on him and wait for my call before you guys make any move, Okay?" Louis instructed him and quickly ended the call.

Hopefully I'll be able to find who's behind this soon Locking her up isn't idea, it just makes her more angry at me but that area has cameras and limited access. I get notified every time someone punches in that code on the door, instant video to my cell phone and I can override the lock if needed. No one is allowed in that room without my direct approval, there are guards posted outside the door around the clock as an added precaution.

Not a home. A holding place. The door shut behind them. The lock clicked. Ruth spun on him instantly. “No.” Leonard stopped walking. “You do not lock me in again,” she said, voice low but shaking with something dangerous. “This isn’t….. ” “It sounds the same,” she cut in. “Metal. Final. You don’t get to decide when doors close around me.” Silence snapped between them. Leonard held her gaze, jaw tightening. “The lock is for protection.” “That’s what they said too.”

Of course, as an incubus, I loved everything about pretty much any woman. We pulled up to a warehouse in the 600s and pulled out a small bag containing our tools. The lock on the large door was a heavy bolted latch and key. On the smaller door, was a code lock. We didn’t want to make too much noise, so we used the unscrambler and hooked it into the key box.