Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

Daniel and I laughed as I told her we would definitely be back for dinner. When we arrived at the storage lockers, we went to the office first and rented the unit next to mine. We went to the storage unit and opened the door. Daniel gasped, “Babe, this locker is totally full. We’re going to need another locker for the stuff you just bought. We need to thin this locker out. I’ll go rent another one. Please, don’t lift anything.” I nodded, “I wasn’t planning to. I’ll just look.”

They still had to decipher the message behind her sister's letter and Doris, in true BFF fashion, had offered to help. Actually, after ransacking every single place Clarissa had worked in, Julia had found two days ago that the Locker 20 wasn't actually a locker. Locker was a private establishment peculiarly for protecting peoples' valued properties. It was just like a storage house but it was quite a unique storage house. The building... it looked like they had spent billions of dollars on it. The security was tight. There were surveillance cameras and scary muscle-bound men in smartly tailored suits at virtually every angle.

Kyra's muscles, trembling with the extreme cold, now felt relaxed. "Where are we going?" Kyra asked. Kyra looked at the basketball gym as if she already knew where she and Tyler were going. Meanwhile, Tyler forgot his key, so he used kinesis to open the locker room door without Kyra noticing. Tyler went straight to his locker and opened it. "You didn't lock your locker room?" Kyra asked. Tyler turned to Kyra. She was just standing there as she hugged herself. "Someone will lock that later." Tyler lied.

It did seem lame that Tyson had passcode protection but that was the only thing we found it difficult to crack. Zarina broke through the magical shield with ease but she couldn’t get through the passcode. I tried using my powers to melt the locker but it was useless. Zarina even tried using me as a power source to break it open with magic but it didn’t work either. Now, the only way left was to try a probable passcode. We had three attempts before the locker would self-destruct. “I have seen this locker before. The passcodes are only characters and mostly use names.” I said observing the panel of the locker.

I picked up the toy and turned it on. I’ve never seen one like this in my whole life. It started vibrating and there was a type of hole with a silicon tongue inside it. Okay, so this baby screws you and licks you at the same time? Very well, I may die tonight. I look around and find another note on the desk in the corner. “Play with yourself,” and right beside it, there was a lingerie set, a very sexy one. It was mostly all net. But it was the kinkiest one I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The set had handcuffs too, all black with spikes.

Cheyanne My brain short-circuited. I stared at the plush velvety interior, my mouth agape. Lying on the silk was a collection of high end sex toys. Silicon wands in different sizes, things with literal remotes, a pair of fur-lined pink handcuffs that looked fluffy for a man as rigid as Ronan, along with several others whose purposes I had no intention of figuring out. In the corner was a small pastel pink note. To keep the spark alive

"Anyway, Lucas is turning 21, you still has it?" "What?" "Don't tell me you forgot!?" "Oh that? Of course I still have it. I hid it in my secret locker on my room at Hampstead." "In your room? You pretty sure that Junior didn't saw your locker?" "Even he sees the locker, he can't open it...And yours?" "I put it on my safe.. I'm really excited tho, if Junior sees the photo, he will surely change his views on me, and then we can tell them both about everything."

He slid it into the lock, but as he turned it, he froze. The lock didn't click. It hissed. "Marcus?" I asked, stepping back. "Get down!" Marcus shouted, lunging for me. A sharp, high-pitched chirp echoed through the terminal, followed by the heavy thud of the locker door swinging open. It wasn't empty. Inside was a small, black device with a spinning red light—a signal repeater. From the shadows of the arched doorways, four men in dark grey suits stepped into the light. They didn't have the tactical gear of the roof-team; these were the "cleaners," the men Eleanor used when she needed a scalpel instead of a sledgehammer.

Why me? But the locker incident last Friday was different. It wasn’t the inability to access the locker, or the endless darkness taunting me as I opened the locker. It was the slimy worm-like creature exuding death that repeatedly lunged at me. My stomach clenched, the phantom smell of decay lingering in my memory.

“F-k.” “What is wrong Temperance?” The detective’s voice was concerned. “It is a torture cell,” Vixen murmured. “Like a real one. Not a playroom. There are chains on the wall, and it reeks of piss and shit. There is blood on the floor along with every other unmentionable nasty. Is that a…? Oh, yuck. That is a tooth.” “Is there somewhere to place a device?” Vixen chewed her lip and looked behind her down the hallway. “Shit. I don’t want to go in there.”