Lock Up Novels & Stories

She caught the handle and she tried to open it but… "Damn it! It was locked from the outside!" Her voice thundered, making Hannah flinch. "Are you sure? Let me have a try." Hannah suggested. She also tried to open the door but to no avail. "I can't open it either." She sulked. "F*ck!" Marie was cursing loudly. "I should have known that this would happen to us! Who would be so wicked to…" she halted halfway and gritted her teeth, saying. "Could it be that Athena Stanford was behind this?"

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

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?"

I snapped. He quickly shook his head and bowed slightly. “Of course not. The men are still doing a sweep, they found a locker but it wouldn't budge so they're cracking it open. The wood is…sturdy… and the lock on it… we don't know the code. Sam said he couldn't crack through also” Lorenzo explained. “Sam again? He's full of surprises, isn't he? He just decided to be useless today”, I spat angrily. Lorenzo flinched slightly at that but he didn't make any comment.

“That system was decommissioned.” “No,” the man said calmly. “It was buried.” Maxwell stepped forward one deliberate step. “You’re not federal oversight.” The man’s eyes sharpened. “I am.” “No,” Maxwell replied. “You’re enforcement.” Silence. And then— The man smiled faintly. “Good.” Samuel whispered, “What is happening?” Jonathan answered without looking away. “Founder Lock was designed to prevent hostile takeover across bloodlines.” Maxwell’s voice was low. “Not bloodlines.”

It didn’t budge. Click. She frowned. “It locked.” “Wait, what?” I said. Leo pushed off the wall. “It auto-locks when it shuts. Only the front desk or my manager can open it now.” “You’re kidding.” He shrugged. I looked at the door like it just betrayed me. Sloane sighed, pulled out her phone, and stepped aside to call someone. “We’re locked in,” she said, voice clipped. “No. With the intern. Yes. That intern.”

I ignored him, grabbing the sleeve of his expensive, tailored suit and dragging him to the closed door of the storage room. I pointed to the flashing red light of the electronic lock. "Go on, my devoted Alpha. You tell me how to open this lock." "You need a password, a fingerprint, and finally, remote authorization from our long-suffering Chloe!" "What kind of cherished Luna is forced to live like a beggar, pleading at the feet of her husband's secretary!" Logan stared at the electronic lock, his face a mask of bewilderment. He turned his head, looking at me in disbelief. "This is what it's about?"

Luca pulled out his hacking device, working quickly to bypass the electronic lock. “Hurry,” Elena urged, glancing over her shoulder as distant gunfire echoed from Aleksandr and Dante’s position. “Almost there…” Luca muttered. The lock clicked open, and he swung the container door wide. Inside, they found a large metal crate marked with Hawthorne’s emblem. Luca examined the keypad on the crate’s side, his brow furrowed. “This is high-level encryption,” he said. “It’ll take me a few minutes.” Elena nodded. “You’ve got two.”

But it was already too late. Click. The sound echoed in the room. Sharp. Final. Aurora’s eyes widened. “What did you just do?” The person looked at her. Calm. Unbothered. “I just made sure…” A pause. “…no one leaves.” And then— somewhere deep in the house— something shifted. A lock. A mechanism. Sealing. Trapping. Aurora’s heart started pounding again. Faster. Louder. Because now— this wasn’t just confrontation.

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.