No More Locked Doors Novels & Stories

“I thought you were covered.” Her confusion surfaced almost immediately. “I locked the door,” she said. Kaldor remained turned away. “I should have checked,” he replied after a moment. “You did?” Silence stretched between them. Then he lifted one hand and pressed his thumb briefly against the panel beside the door. A soft click sounded from the lock. “The doors here respond to me,” he said. “Thumbprint access. They open automatically.” Alima stared at the door. Understanding slowly formed in her mind, but the uneasiness stayed.

I ask, watching as he wrestles with the shiny padlock which is in stark contrast to the rusty metal door it’s meant to guard. “It’s supposed to stay locked,” he replies, sounding almost proud. “But I’ve broken at least ten locks over the years. They gave up for a while and didn’t bother bolting this door for a year. But I guess they changed their mind now. Looks like my old man’s men finally got around to tightening security.” He bites down a curse and yanks again, but the lock only groans against the pressure, rattling the chains stubbornly in place. “This shit is not budging at all. You wanna help me break this damn thing?” “I’m pretty sure they put that lock there for a reason. Breaking i

I didn’t care though, I'm not in the mood right now. But then— The entire set of doors suddenly slid shut with a deep mechanical hum, then clicked and then— locked. “What the!?” I blinked, moving closer. “No, no… no—” The small LED panel above the door flashed SECURE MODE. Panic spiked hot in my throat. I pressed my palm to the floor. It didn’t budge, not even the slightest bit. “What the hell—? Open the door!” I shouted, banging the glass hard. “Open it!”

A heavy riveted door stood before them, stenciled Sous-sol 1 - Accès Restreint This door featured a modern keypad, but its LED screen was unlit. Sabatine reached for the handle. It was locked, but it was a mechanical bolt. He applied a small, hydraulic jack from his pack to the space between door and frame, near the lock. With a low groaning whine, the metal buckled and the bolt sheared with a loud crack that seemed catastrophically loud in the confined space. They froze, listening. No alarm. No shouts. Only the ceaseless thrum of the generators.

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 am not saying no. I told you I have been thinking about your hands and your cock since the first time you stood too close and brushed against me. Locking the door only makes the throb worse in the best way.” Rhett’s eyes stayed on mine and his voice stayed that low rough scrape that made my nipples hurt and my pussy clench. “Then we stay right here. The list is finished. Customers are long gone. The door is locked and it is not opening again until I decide it opens.”

Got it. I wasted no time and walked to the end, but all of my hope disappeared when I found out that the door was locked. That was most likely the reason why he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out a frustrated breath and leaned my head against the door. I needed a code for the lock—which meant this party ended. Think Serena. I told myself as I went through every bit of information in my head. The big-screen read ‘three attempts’, which made me worry even more. One screw up, and the alarm would probably go off.

“We brought it to warn you.” “About what?” Blake asks. She meets my gaze. “Names are doors.” The memory of a child whispering the Reverent’s name flashes through me, pain lancing behind my eyes. The Crown tightens, reacting to the echo, and I have to steady myself against Ethan’s arm. “The lock is cracking,” she continues. “Not because it’s weak—but because it’s doing what it was designed to do. Silence sharpens curiosity. Suppression invites focus.” “So what do we do?” Blake demands.

More like a cheap motel owned by someone who never learned to count. Katy walks down the hallway, inspecting each one and looking for something in particular. She hasn't told me this part of the plan. I walk beside her with anticipation, each small step causing my lungs to fill, getting ready for the last breath. At the fifth door Katy's eyes light up, and she tries the handle, finding the room locked. "What is it with bikers and locking doors? Can't you trust your fellow brothers?" "Oh well I guess that means we have to leave," I say, pulling on her shirt, already facing in the direction out of the building.

He mentioned the internal doors locking, but I didn’t think he meant these doors. “I’ll get outside, guys. Then everything will be fine.” I’m more worried about Echo. The offices are upstairs toward the back. If I can get around the front maybe I can find him? “You guys remember this live is locked in, right?” I say, hurrying toward the glowing fire exit sign. “So you’ve got me for at least another thirty minutes. There’s no ending the stream early.” It’s a cool feature. We set targets, and once they’re met the stream locks for a set time. Even if I wanted to shut it off, I can’t.