Lock Up Novels & Stories

Scream the end of the game and the winner of the task. But just then... Click. We heard it. And right before our eyes, the stupidly stubborn matte black metal lockbox opened. It actually opened. It opened!!! "Annnddd stop! Game over!"

“The trust, the peace, the fact that we can finally be… fully us.” Grayson stepped closer, one hand brushing my hair back, the other resting lightly on my waist. “Then let’s make it… memorable,” he said, voice low and full of want. He pulled me toward the bed with a playful grin, the velvet box already waiting on the nightstand—our familiar collection of cuffs, blindfold, flogger, paddle, warming oil, and a new addition; soft nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. "Thought we'd add a little more tonight," he murmured, voice tender and teasing. "To celebrate how far we have come."

As the only child born after Mom and Dad's remarriage, everyone says that I'm the most obedient and well-behaved one. I'm also the best role model for my older half-brother, Matt Hammond, and my older half-sister, Carrie Hammond. Matt is a troublemaker who loves getting into trouble. He once stole Mom's diamond necklace and sold it to buy skins for his online games. But as Mom is his stepmother, she finds disciplining him hard and therefore only lashes out at me when she catches me eating tortilla chips and gives me a good beating. "Were you the one who bought these chips? How dare you eat them without asking permission first? That's stealing! You're behaving like a thief!" Meanwhile, C

"Help Mama pull the big quilt off so we can make the fort." Leo did as he was told, his small hands dragging the heavy velvet blanket down. He was trying to be brave, but his eyes kept darting to the closed door. Lucius walked over to a heavy wooden armoire in the corner. He opened a false panel at the bottom and pulled out a standard black lockbox. He didn't look at me as he punched in a code. He reached inside and pulled out a sleek, heavy handgun. He checked the magazine, slapped it back into the handle with a sharp click, and put it behind his back, tucked neatly into his waistband.

“Ignore their warnings, Mr..” Lockhart.”. My skin prickled. Locke intervened between me and the unknown. The hand was situated near his waist. The things he kept there were within my knowledge. Gently reaching up, the man raised his hands. “Not a word for an attack.". Just delivering a message.”. “Who from?” Locke growled. Let me know if you want someone to dislike what you did to Valerie. I froze. "I mentioned that she is confined in jail, and she cannot send messages.".

“Until I find what you’re hiding.” “I’m not hiding anything.” “That’s what guilty people say.” “And stubborn people ignore.” --- A crack of thunder shook the windows. The door slammed shut. Then the lock clicked. Stella blinked. “What was that?” Joseph tried the knob. “Security lockdown. Power outage triggers an auto-seal. No one gets in or out until backup comes online.” She folded her arms. “So we’re trapped?” “For now.” She sighed and sat on a nearby armchair. “Great.”

We walked in, and soon Blaine was there too. I bowed a little to the king and the queen and they both gave me a quick smile before they turned towards the big locker. The king opened the locker. "That is a good one, Styrodian heavy duty locker, practically unbreakable. Custom made and with four levels of security. Good. You have a padlock, too, but that will not be a problem, and then there is the number lock which is really-" I bit my tongue with a frown and quickly shut up when I realized I wasn't with my friends, and I was with the royal family. Shit. I wanted to shoot myself in the mouth.

New locks. He stopped before a heavy metal door. The operative beside him examined the lock. "Give me thirty seconds." It took twenty-two. The lock disengaged with a soft click. Liam pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him caused his jaw to tighten. It was a room. A simple room. Yet everything inside screamed captivity. A single bed occupied one corner. A small table stood against the wall. The window had been permanently sealed. There were no personal belongings. No decorations. No freedom. Only confinement.

“This lock isn’t standard. It’s meant to keep people out—or keep something in.” Dorian studied it closely. “We’ll need explosives or heavy-duty tools to crack this open.” “No time for that,” Leon muttered. He pulled out a set of lockpicking tools from his jacket and got to work. I took a step back, gripping the locket at my throat. My mother’s letter burned in my hands. She had known something. Hidden something. And now, standing before this locked door, I realized that whatever lay beyond it had been worth killing for. Alexa hovered near the doorway, arms crossed. “Are we sure we want to do this?”

“Three guns inside. Pick one. Clothes are in the back seat. We’ll reach Shek Kip Mei in under five minutes.” I nodded and opened the compartment, unsurprised to find a black T-shirt, combat pants, boots all courtesy of Lazaro’s foresight. By the time I’d changed and secured the chest holster, Wei pulled to a stop one block from our target. He was halfway through swapping his suit for tactical gear when my phone buzzed. One of Lazaro’s men. “Report,” I said, fastening my sidearm. “We’ve found Mr. Lockhart. He was semi-conscious when we got to him. He’s en route to our facility in the suburbs,” the voice crackled.