Locked In Meme Novels & Stories

It felt like an eternity. I writhed against the ropes again, a desperate, futile effort. Tears welled in my eyes. Then, a memory flickered in my mind – the dungeon lock. It was a lock that didn’t have a space for a key. I had been too weak to think much of it, but somehow, focusing my energy, I had managed to unlock it. It was a faint connection to the power I didn’t know I had, a sliver of power that hadn't been completely suppressed. Maybe…just maybe…

The first time I meet my girlfriend, Nadine Grant‘s parents, she stops me at the door. Her childhood friend and neighbor, Nick Lockwood, has just pulled a tarot card. The card says I'll attract trouble today, so I shouldn't go inside. Before I can say a word, Nadine reaches for the gifts in my hands. "Wait in the car for a while," she says. "When dinner's over, we'll go home together." I don't let go. "I've spent over a month getting ready to meet your parents, and you're not even letting me in?" Displeasure is written all over her face. "Andy, I'm doing this for your own good!" Before I can argue, she shoves me back into the car. Nick smiles at me through the car window. He says, "

, I completed his sentence. "Alright I will go on with the reading, we do not have much time and need to cover as much as possible as we can", I said and continued. "It said that the locket could also be used for a kind of memory resonance where it stores fragments of memories, allowing those connected by its magic to share glimpses of each other's past. This means this locket can reveal your past to you, no matter how deep or hidden, it will force it out of you... It also says it has some binding enchantment but it did not give full details of that one, the explanation is not that clear."

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

I don't speak nor defend myself. "Am talking to you" she spoke out pulling me closer to her by the dress. She held on to my uniform with unimaginable strength. I was trapped between her clutches, her sharp red nails dug deep into my skin. Whimpering out, I looked around anxiously. "Don't you think that's enough" an all to familiar voice spoke up. I looked up with hope, his stare was icy. With the command she realised my uniform. I stumbled lightly and looked down biting into my lips.

, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

It was locked with a small, heavy-duty padlock. She went back inside, grabbed a hammer and a sturdy chisel from her utility drawer, and set to work. It took several agonizing minutes of heavy, stressful pounding, but the old, cheap lock finally gave way with a splintering screech. Anna lifted the heavy lid. Inside, the contents were meticulously preserved, sealed in large Ziplock bags. A bundle of letters addressed from T.B. to H.M. The first one was dated two months before Hannah’s death and the tone was cold, aggressive, and clearly threatening.

he whispered after kissing me. I feel like my blood has all gone to my face. Damn it! "Mention your friend's name, I will forget that your p*ssy hurts." he warned and walked away from me. I sit weakly. I heard him chuckled. "We're just married in papers Andrei . I already forgotten that I got married." I said lifelessly and hurried to the door to get out. That's how shocked and disappointed I was to realize that he even put a lock on his condo. And guess what, it's a code lock that can be unlocked inside before you can get out.

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

Leah screamed. "It's not a joke, Leah," I whispered quietly. "I'm marrying Aiden this Friday." "You can't...I mean how...Say something!" she pleaded. Mike had been deafeningly quiet the entire time. He was probably still taken aback. He had a dreadfully pale face. When I was unexpectedly released from the lock-up, Mike and Leah were in a panic. They were even more taken aback when I showed up unannounced in a Maserati. I told them about my bail and Aiden Reiner's contract marriage to me. Mike was the first to speak up.