Lock Up Novels & Stories

"Have you lost your mind? 200 dollars per lock? Why don't you just go rob people instead? If something happens to Mom, I won't let you off the hook! Hurry up and unlock them now!" Jake looked at me with a wronged expression. "I'm just following the rules and regulations, Mitch. Can you please not make things difficult for me? "The unlocking fees may be a little expensive, but it'll get your mom to the hospital faster. You wouldn't be so cheap that you won't even pay that, right?" I jabbed a finger at his face and roared, "You dare to take money like this? Have you no shame?" The smile on Jake's face froze, and he said indifferently, "Fine, Mitch. If you don't want to pay, then forget it. You

SUBJECT MAY BE MOVED TO LOCK UNDER COMBINED FAMILY PRESSURE. Mara whispers, “Lock?” Damian’s voice returns, flat and dangerous. “What lock?” Caleb looks at the wall like he wishes he could unlearn language. “There is a stabilizing lock under the power stack. It requires source charge authorization for correction protocols.” Renn’s eyes sharpen. “Correction.” No one in this city uses that word kindly. Caleb swallows. “Residential correction. Stock correction. Emergency mercy.” Mara’s face goes dead. “Clearance.”

Her little girl could get a hold of it thinking it was a toy. “I have loads of customers who are parents. They lock their guns up or put them somewhere that a child can’t reach it.” Layla thought about it. Perhaps she could lock one of the pieces in her vanity dresser in the bedroom. One of the drawers had a lock on it. She licked her lips. “Or you can keep them here. We have lockers for people who are members. The locker room has cameras, and the locks we give out are very secure. Someone will need a blow torch to get through our locks,” Lou said.

His grunt echoed in her small apartment, his pain evident. She was quick in her movements, faster as ever she limped to the door, unlocking all the three locks that she had herself deliberately ensured were perfectly secure. For the first time she hated the latches. She didn't fail to realise that her own shaking hands were making the job harder, delaying what on a normal could have been quickly done. By the time all the locks were opened, she moved hastily, eager to pull the door open before bolting outside but before she could, his hands grasped her again, this time holding her by waist before tackling down.

Terror surged through me when I realized all this. No. I couldn't be locked up here… I had wanted to finalize the divorce tomorrow… Forcing myself to calm down, I softened my tone and pleaded with Zane. "Fine, I did it. I admit my mistake and swear I'll never try to hurt her again. Can you please let me go?" However, as the words left my lips, the last lock clicked into place. Once Zane was sure I had absolutely no way of escaping, he abruptly threw the keys aside. Then, he cupped my face in his hands. His bloodshot eyes burned with an anger I had never seen in him before.

“This is not a simple lock.” Sophia crossed her arms. “Of course it isn’t.” Victor continued, “It’s connected to the ship’s core system.” Daniel frowned. “Meaning?” Victor looked at him. “If I try to force it… the system may trigger a lockdown.” Emma added, “Or worse… a self-defense protocol.” Elizabeth looked at the door. “So we can’t just blow it open.” Victor nodded. “Not safely.” The team fell silent. Lewis stepped forward. He stood directly in front of the door.

"The locker doors on this level possess a standard three-pin override master keyway on the bottom framework for maintenance staff. A professional with a high-end pick can bypass that master lock in less than eight seconds. He didn't track your choices. He exploited the building's infrastructure." She stared at me, a tear tracking down her cheek as she processed the information. "That doesn't make me feel any better. It means nowhere is safe. He said... he said he’s going to see me at work tonight. Peter, I have a shift at Finesse. I have clients booked. I can't just... I can't just hide in your apartment." "You are not going to Finesse," I said, my tone leaving zero room for negotiation.

Remind him what he's trying so hard to run from. It's reckless. It's desperate. It's the kind of thing the old Isabella would never dream of. But the old Isabella also never spent a night in Caleb Alexander's arms, trembling on the edge of something that could break her open. I reach for my phone. My fingers hover over the keyboard, and I type a single search: Lux private club downtown. The address pops up immediately. A warehouse district. No website. No contact info. But I know my brother. I know where he keeps his spare key cards, his invites, his wallet when he's too lazy to carry it.

Very cruel. “If I find out that you are lying to me, I will…..fuck!” he screams, and I run into my closet, and I hurriedly shut the door after me. A few seconds later, I hear him leave my room. I slowly leave the closet, and I lock the door of my room. Claire brings me dinner, and I refuse to eat. My heart is heavy. I keep the locket tucked away, hidden from sight, and I sleep in fear of him coming back.

Ironic that they’d made up a beast to keep us safe when my living with one was their goal. Even the childhood memories were tarnished. Had anything been real? Of course not, this was the world of smoke and mirrors. As I lifted the new garment bag from the rack in my closet, the sound of knocking warned me of another intrusion. Fuck! Please don’t be Bryce. “Hello?” I asked through the locked door. “Alexandria?”