Romans & histoires Passive Aggressive Password

"Mr. Wight, are you suggesting that I'm pretending?" Ryker didn't state it so directly and instead feigned surprise. "21 chances wasted just like that. Is the password really that difficult to guess?" "It's not difficult to guess. On the first day, I tried entering my birthday, his birthday, and our wedding anniversary." Deirdre sneered. "These were the only possible passwords that I could think of, but they all failed. What can I do? Of course, I can only try random combinations, hoping that one day, I can get the right combination by sheer luck."

I said, pushing off his bike and walking toward mine, "that’s what Tess’s password is." The silence that followed was absolute. Then Tyler snorted. He shook his head, and a laugh bubbled up. "You’re fucking with me." "I wish I was," I said, swinging a leg over my bike. I didn’t look at him. "Her password. It’s ‘TylersBigDumbCock’. All one word. No spaces." Another beat of silence. I could practically hear the gears grinding in his head. "Okay," he said slowly, drawing the word out. "I get the ‘big’ part. I can even live with the ‘cock’ part. But… dumb? Why the hell would it be dumb?"

"Couldn't we just try the passwords on this list?" "There's a lockout policy in place; you'll be locked out after three bad attempts. The lock does fall off after fifteen minutes, but waiting would be a very long time." "Of course." I run down the list, and then one password jumps out at me. "This one seems familiar. My uncle asked Cristina to sign into his computer once. She had the password written down. It was a combination of her parent's names and their anniversary or birthday or something. This looks like the word he used. Glorvic"

There was a ping, accompanied by a subtle vibration, indicating the wrong password had been entered. Natalie blinked in disbelief. Wrong password? That didn't seem right. Could she have accidentally hit the wrong key? Unwilling to give up, Natalie tried entering the same password again, only to receive the familiar vibration signaling another incorrect attempt. Now, Natalie was completely losing it. The password she had just entered was the one Joshua had personally shared with her years ago when they were together. Not only that, but he had also promised to never change it. He swore to keep her birthday as the password forever.

"If I can guess as much, so can probably every Internet hacker out there." I walk to the space on the counter and stand next to him leaning a hip on the side to watch what he does as he types in the password and starts messing with my settings. "Yeah, Mr. Smarty Pants, what's your password?" "P34jst87." He stops typing to give me a "so there" look. "What? It's random letters and numbers. How do you even remember it?" His fingers go back to the keys. "I just told you. Therefore, I remember it."

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I couldn't fuck it up. So what could he use as a password...what could he? Something unexpected. Brief. Totally uncomplicated as you'd expect given his normal nature. "Maybe it's something so simple," I muttered, "Normal. Just out in the open but not really." I had tried his card PIN, his name, his mom's name, what else could he use? What could he use that'll be so simple, normal, out in the open but not? What would I use if I had a password?

she explains in a frightened voice, and his gold eyes grow dark before he steps closer to the yellow electrical pulse. "Mangogs have terrible eyesight. They use vibrations to locate targets. It works wonders on their sand-covered planet. But on ground like this, they are at a disadvantage. I was never in any danger, Krystal. I...I...need you to trust that I will protect you. Don't do anything like that again," he states and she blushes before nodding. "I'm sorry. I've never seen anything like these creatures, and I was worried," she says and he watches her for another moment before chuckling

His gaze swept across the entire room before finally settling on the desk. Three items lay there in an arranged pile—a marriage dissolution agreement with his careless signature on it, the ink long dry; the Volpe family heirloom ring, gleaming coldly under the light. It had been the symbol of our arranged marriage. And lastly, the key to the safe, its silver metal glaring against the desktop. Tommaso picked up the agreement with trembling hands and read through every clause carefully. The lawyer's language was precise, the terms clear. "Both parties agree to dissolve the marriage..."

he asked, his voice tinged with concern. I sighed, feeling a little frustrated. "I just need to know what's going on," I said. "She's been acting strange lately, and I think she's hiding something from me." Alex nodded thoughtfully. "I see," he said. "Well, I'm no expert, but I do know that Bridgette loves you a lot. Maybe you should try using your birthdate as the password." I raised an eyebrow, feeling a little skeptical. But Alex's suggestion sparked an idea in my mind. I pulled out Bridgette's phone and tried entering my birthdate as the password. To my surprise, it worked.