Lock Up Novels & Stories

"The prodigal son indeed. I should thank Liz here for convincing you to pay a visit." Benjamin turned around welcoming Cole to their hide out. "Mom and dad gladly joined the reunion too." Contrary to how he described it Liz, Margarette and Midas were all tied in various posts. Each with a different kind of torture method. Liz was chained at the center post on top of a plank with a large fiberglass saltwater tank and a swimming bull shark below it. One press of the button and she becomes its lunch. Yes, he is twisted like that.

"Uhm, you can't go?" Eve gave him a curious stare, a smile appeared on her face. Somehow, this seemed to make up for the disappointment of him not wanting to go to work but watch her, but to be sure, she had to find out. "Oh my. This isn't about last night, is it?" "No." "Then what?" "There's a lockdown." Eve laughed. "Right. Good one... I'm sorry. I don't even know your name." "I'm—"

Hence, Samantha took a deep breath, bracing herself for the future that was about to come as she was looking into Zack’s sapphire eyes. “I, Samantha Lykos, reject you, Zachary Adamos, Omega of the Shadow Pack for being my mate. I release you of your duty to fulfill as my mate for as long as we both shall live,” Samantha said with a hint of seriousness even though her heart was beating loudly in her chest and blood pounded in her ears.

All I could do was lie dying on the scorching floor and listen. The fire captain's voice outside sounded familiar. It seemed to be Daniel Mercer, Dad's closest friend. "Are we certain this is the address? Micah has to be in trouble. Damn it, why is the front door locked?" "We don't have time, Captain! Whoever is inside is fading fast. We need to break through now!" Daniel's voice was grave. "Cutting through the security door could take too long. I'll call Richard and get the key." "Richard, where is the emergency key to your estate? Tell me now. Your boy called 911. He's trapped in the sauna and close to death!"

The security opened the gate and i drove in, i got into the house and took out my phone and dialed Nate’s number, after about two rings he picked it up and i heard some shuffling over the phone "What’s up man" i say but could still hear some shuffling over the phone “Dude! Sorry, what’s good?" He Says as i loosen the knot on my tie "I’m fine man, you?” I asked him “Eh..I’m okay, to what do i owe this honor" he says and i almost roll my eyes, Key word ‘Almost’

This could be my chance to get away from her, but what if Ivan found out? I hold back a shudder even thinking about it. But this is not the time to think about the outcome, it's time for action. I don't think I will ever get this chance again. I carefully got off the bed and grabbed the key. I slowly pushed the key inside the lock and twisted it. As I did so, I immediately heard the small click indicating the lock had been undone.

I inquired, perplexed. "He was trying to blackmail me. He's got everything....my...my stuff!" He sobbed uncontrollably. “Ok! You search down here, and I'll check up!" I responded quickly. I went upstairs without waiting for him to respond, scouring every room for tapes. I dragged down a locked suitcase I found in one of the rooms. The lock was broken by Thomas. The tapes were packed inside the luggage. "Are these the ones?" I enquired. I asked quickly, my breathing quickening.

Oliver said. “I won’t I promise.” I put my stuff down. I went to open my wardrobe and a bunch of my Mother’s things fell out onto my feet. A glimmering item caught my eye. I picked it up. It was a locket. My grandmother took it from me. “Where did this come from? I’ve never seen my Mother wear this.” “It wasn’t her’s.” My grandmother looked at Oliver. I looked at Oliver, “Who’s it?” “It was a present for your twenty first birthday.” My grandmother said.

"Under the bed!" I dropped him. He collapsed. I looked at Gunner. He gave a sharp nod, moving immediately toward the cramped bedroom. A minute later, I heard the sound of wood, followed by Gunner walking back into the room carrying a lockbox. He dumped it on the rickety kitchen table. The latch was secured with a padlock. I didn't bother asking for the key. I drew my customized gun and brought the steel butt of the gun down on the rusted latch.

I reached out, grabbed the handle of the heavy glass door, and pulled it shut until the mechanical latch clicked firmly into place. I turned the deadbolt slowly, the sound echoing sharply through the quiet space, locking the outside world away completely. But a simple lock wasn't enough to satisfy my need for uninterrupted focus. I cast my eyes around the perimeter of the small front office until they landed on a tall, heavy wooden supply cupboard standing against the adjacent wall. It was packed tight with thick logbooks, heavy filing folders, and miscellaneous hardware, weighing easily hundreds of pounds. I walked over to it, dug my boots firmly into the floorboards, and wrapped my hands a