Swipe To Unlock Novels & Stories

“This is how you unlock it. Just swipe your finger like this.” He took her hand, his fingers guiding hers across the smooth screen. Her touch was hesitant, light, but Avyaan didn’t let go. “Try again,” he instructed. She did, and when the screen lit up, a small smile flickered across her face. “That’s better,” he said, his eyes softening at the sight of her smile. “Now, this is your call button. If you need me, you press this, and my number is already saved.” She glanced at him, her eyes speaking what her voice couldn’t—Why would I need this?

“I don’t even know how to turn off the Wi-Fi. Everything looks so different from my old Android.” He laughed softly, his voice deep and comforting. “Here, let me show you.” Adonis sat beside me, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off his body. His fingers brushed across the screen as he pointed things out one by one. “Swipe down from the top-right for quick controls. This is the camera. AirDrop, Face ID…” I nodded, pretending to focus, but truthfully—I was more distracted by the way his eyes lit up when he explained something. That spark of quiet excitement, that gentle patience—it was rare to see him so relaxed.

The guy sitting on the swivel chair said, twirling as he walked in. “Hmm, how's it going? Have you found a way to unlock Reene's phone?” The guy's face turned gloomy. “No sir, I think they knew the information her phone holds and so they were very keen on giving the phone almost unbreakable security. I think it can mainly be unlocked by her password, almost nothing else.” His jaw clenched. “You have to find a way to do it.” “I'm trying my best sir.” “I don't want to hear you're trying your best, I want you to unlock that damn phone and let me see the information in it!” He growled through gritted teeth, but was quick to drop his tone.

I muttered, foot tapping against the floor as I waited for him to leave. The moment the door shut, I rose from my seat in a rush of adrenaline and crossed the room, but not before locking the door. Her wet clothes were tucked in a ziplock bag, ripped in several places. Her phone fell into my palm, and I set down the bag, praying silently that water did not ruin the device. To my relief, the screen flickered on. But it was short-lived as the lock screen demanded a fingerprint or face ID. Do not do it, Kane.

But I didn’t have time to figure it out either. My fingers flew across the screen, typing in the date. With each digit, my heart pounded louder - 06...17...25. I hesitated before the last tap. If I was wrong, the phone would lock again, maybe send out an alert. I shut my eyes and pressed it. Then… click. The screen lit up. Unlocked. I nearly dropped it from the sheer wave of relief. But there was no time to bask in success. I dove into the system, installed the hack, fingers trembling. Data lines streamed across the screen as the code embedded itself. Just a few more seconds...

Suddenly, I felt a strange, unseen force rounding me at an alarming speed, its presence making my skin crawl with unease. In a panic, I hastily retrieved my iPad and attempted to unlock it with my fingerprint while it was still asleep, but it remained unresponsive to my touch, neither vibrating nor acknowledging my presence. I tried a different approach, using a double-tap gesture linked to the device, but it proved futile.

Noah tried keeping his eyes open but the alcohol was having so much effect on him, he rested his head on the table and he slept off. The man turned on the phone and saw that there was a password there. "Damn it, how do I unlock it now." He said, he turned the phone's back and sighed in relief, seeing that it had a fingerprint sensor. He carefully took Noah's right hand finger and he tried unlocking the phone with it. Fortunately, the phone was unlocked on the first trial. "Yes!" He said. He went to his call log. "Who do I call, who do I call?" he muttered.

Once I arrived at the new apartment, I changed the passcode for the door lock in one go. I let out a long sigh of relief. From now on, I wouldn't be at their mercy anymore.

“Incorrect Password.” No. This was her password. I shook my head, punching the alphabets in, the second time. Then the third and the fourth. I had just one last chance before the locked her phone and request a more length method of verification which will bring to her notice that someone tampered with her phone. Fuck. Think. Think. Think. I tapped the phone on my palm. Fingerprint. I carefully reached for her index finger and it clicked. The phone unlocked. I swiped at the beads of sweat that had started to form on my head as I moved into another part of the house.

The Drifter muttered before he added: “Please just kill me and get it over with.” Ara picked up the shoe from the ground and found out it had two customized sole layers. Twisting the lower sole 180degrees, a flat looking portable device dropped into his palm. The small device was like a new generation pager. The device also had a tiny power button below its screen. Ara hit the power button and the screen came to life. When he swiped the screen, there was a lock code denying him access. He returned his attention to his victim who was still moaning in pain and begging for death. “Give me the fucking lock code before I grab the goddamn pliers,” Ara said to The Drifter. He gave Ara the lock code