No More Locked Doors Novels & Stories

One, two, ten of them, unmated wolves—hell, even some who should be mated—lock their eyes on me like they’ve been starving for years and I’m their last fucking meal. “No,” Caden growls, already shifting forward, already halfway in front of me. His voice is low and deadly and vibrating with power. Mum turns sharply, eyes wide. “Oh, fuck. Lock the doors! Now!” We all scramble. Doors click, May fumbles the child lock. But it’s too late. The first man’s already halfway across the square. And then I scream.

The lights, which had been off, suddenly flickered back to a blinding, strobe-like white. "Security doors are locking," the automated voice of the house announced, calm and pleasant. "Emergency purge protocol initiated. Please remain in the common area to facilitate your disposal." "It’s locked us in," Chalida said, her voice rising in panic. She rushed to the door and pulled the handle, but it didn't budge. It was sealed with a deadbolt that required a master override code they hadn't even created yet. "Pim, do something!" Pim was already at the wall panel, ripping the plastic casing off with her bare hands. She clawed at the wires, her fingernails bleeding, trying to short-circuit the inte

That That was the breaking truth Noah’s breath slowed Not calm Not steady But decided “I’m not opening it” Elliott’s gaze darkened slightly Satisfied Possessive Certain “Good” The word wrapped around the moment Sealing it Binding it And then Elliott leaned closer Not rushed Not careless But intentional Like everything else And Noah didn’t move Didn’t resist Didn’t think Because the moment wasn’t about logic anymore It was about choice And he had already made it Outside The lock finally gave way A sharp sound Final The door beginning to open slowly Light spilling into the room Footsteps crossing the threshold

I type in the code again and wait for the door to spring open like that night when Gregory was standing here next to me. But nothing happens. I feel the handle. The door is still locked. I type the code again. Nothing happens. Damn! Try again. The door remains closed. I turn and walk away from the room. Think. What is it? What am I doing wrong? The answer comes: It's not what you're doing wrong, Erick. It's just the code - the system administrator changed it! Probably because Gregory's school record was wiped clean. He stepped up security after they called in on Saturday night.

Larry started picking the lock. He really was a professional. It took him barely thirty seconds to get it open. The only reason he couldn't get Ray's lock open before was because Ray had spent eight million on renovations, with a single requirement: absolute solidity, impossible to destroy. If a door like that could be popped open by an ordinary locksmith in a couple of moves, then even if hail were falling from the sky, Ray would still hunt down Noel and kill him. The moment the lock gave way, six people rushed inside.

He's s her open up the side, trying to explain himself. Eva went home and cried so hard until she's asleep. So many things are running through her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he was cheating on her. Feeling so much heartache, Eva went home and locked her door. Then she went straight to bed and cried even harder. After a while of crying, Eva loud knock outside her door. She stood up and opened only to Jack. "Eva—" but just slammed the door shut. "Eva! Open the door, please!" Jack begged. "If you will not open this, I will kick it open!" She stopped walking away from the door. Contemplating if Jack was serious. Then she decided to open it finally.

A key turns in the lock, leaving me alone with three wolves approaching from behind. When my wolf became wild, Dan suggested replacing all of the doors in the home with the massive, reinforced ones we used for my office door at the Cerberus. If I became wild in the home, Dan, Jade, and Monica would have a chance to escape. All they'd have to do is get behind any door and slam it shut, forcing me to move back to open it. Pop. Pop. In anguish, a wolf howls. A distinct wolf. "Wrong door," Jade exclaims. "Try again."

Measuring. A reminder he owned every choice I had left. "You think this is pain?" He released my hair. I slumped forward. "You'll beg," he promised. "Not for mercy. For the end." He walked to the door. His hand gripped the handle. He paused, looking back. "The lockdown was luxury. This is reality." He stepped through. "Think about your lies in the dark." The door slammed shut. The lock engaged with a grinding thud. The light went out.

My fingers shook as I dialed his number. He answered almost instantly, his voice calm, almost amused. “Why the hell did you lock me in?” I snapped. A short laugh came through the speaker, making my skin prickle. “I didn’t,” he said smoothly. “It’s automatic. The door locks on its own. There’s a button below. If you press it, it opens. And—” his tone shifted into something softer, “come down for dinner when you’re ready.” I ended the call immediately and pressed the button, and sure enough, the door swung open. Relief rushed through me, leaving me weak in the knees. For a moment, I had really thought he’d locked me in.

I stop. We never leave the door unlocked—whether we’re in or out, that’s always been the rule. Claudia knows that, too. Besides, it automatically locks itself. There’s only one explanation for this: either the key is still inside, which is impossible because I just inserted mine, or—the explanation I’m scared of—the lock is broken. A slow, cold dread trickles down my spine. Something is wrong. “Tati, I have to call you back,” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper as unease churns in my stomach.