No More Locked Doors Novels & Stories

In the seventh year of living apart from my wife, Sharon Shaw, I come to see her, only to have the key break off in the lock again. I hurriedly call her, and she says, "Maybe you grabbed the wrong key again. Go to a hotel and get some rest. I'll open the door when I get back." I look down at the sticker on my key and freeze. I didn't bring the wrong key. The only other possibility is that she has changed the locks. Before I can dwell on it, my dad, Ryan Jarquin, suddenly calls me. He laughs merrily and says, "Of course Sharon isn't home. She came to visit me first thing this morning with a whole bunch of things." My best friend, Steven Morgan, calls me next. He sounds drunk over the ph

“It’s the least I can do after keeping you here all night.” “I’ll call a cab.” “No, you won’t.” “Adrian—” He grinned, pulling his phone from his pocket and tapping the screen. “Besides, I locked all the exits.” My mouth dropped open. “You what?” “I locked the gates. Locked all the doors. Front and back. You’re not leaving here without my say-so,” he said as his eyes sparkled. “You’re not getting out of here unless I take you myself.” “You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

Lock the door and stay away from the windows. Sadie-Rae leaned close enough to read over her shoulder. “Oh, hell no.” Another blow struck the front door, harder than the others, followed by the unmistakable scrape of metal against the lock. Nova tightened her grip on the phone as a third message appeared. Now, Nova.

“I’m leaving this shit.” She tries the handles of the double doors several times to find it’s locked again. Even analyzing the keyhole doesn’t help. Because even if she could pick locks, this one wouldn’t be one of those. Next, she tries violence, banging hard on the metal door while still pulling the handles to no avail. “Those doors have a password mechanism, Heaven,” Ziason mutters from the gym. “I’m the only one around who can open them.” “Then open the damn door!” Heaven shrieks. “I’m going to walk out of here, and I know you can’t sue me! You wouldn’t want to expose your secret now, would you?”

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

Rowdy We finished our run ahead of schedule and are pulling up to the clubhouse gates. Brick got a call yesterday that said we needed to get our asses back as fast as possible. We were told nothing more. We kicked our bikes in gear racing back home. The gates are not only shut but locked. Immediately I know something is wrong. The gates are never shut. I can’t remember the last time they were locked. A prospect comes to the gate and opens it. " What's going on?" asks Brick. " Lockdown" the prospect answers. That’s it. No explanation. We all look at each other then head in. We park our bikes in front and go in.

Was that why he ignored the countless warnings I had given him and still chose to stay with him? Should I have given him something bigger? Was ten grand not enough for him? The thoughts swarmed my mind while my fingers traipsed along the lintel, searching for an opening. I pushed the door, it was locked. Suddenly, the door popped open. I scrunched my brows in confusion, for a house like this to have a gate opened through retinal scan, wouldn't the doors be something more sophisticated? I pushed the door open, staring at the lock. It had no knob just a flat panel, I pressed it and a series of numbers jumbled into different patterns appeared.

"The car... something is wrong. I'm in the middle of the road. Near the old bridge. It's dark. It won't start." There was a long silence. I could hear the muffled thumping of the club music on his end. Then his voice dropped an octave, turning sharp and commanding. "Instruction one: Lock the doors," he barked. "Instruction two: Do not open them for anyone. Not even if they look like they’re trying to help. I am coming. Do you hear me? I’m coming now.” “Please hurry,” I added quickly. He hung up. I set the phone down, a small triumphant smile playing on my lips.

The council hall disappeared behind us. The further we went, the colder the air became. Lena stayed close. Neither of us spoke. Then we reached the sealed door. Marcus examined the lock. “Electronic.” I looked at him. “Can you open it?” “Give me thirty seconds.” “No.” I stepped forward. “Move.” Marcus stepped aside. I drove my shoulder into the door. Once. The metal groaned. Twice. The lock cracked. On the third strike, the door flew open. The corridor beyond was dark.

Deidre One last time I make my way. One. Last. Time. I’m exhausted; what little sleep I got today was plagued with horrible thoughts of what Sirius had done to my daughter. The only solace I have in reaching these gates is knowing that Mark had been up here earlier today with Janas, reinforcing the gates with more locks–some digital combination of sorts was now involved. Let’s see him try and get out of this thing. I brace myself as I reach the new series of digital and traditional locks, entering a series of codes I forced myself to remember minutes before slipping out of the pack house. I wanted to shower before coming, but…