The Turn Of The Key Novels & Stories

They stole everything, how did they steal so many things when I locked the door and turned the alarm closes on "But...I but I turned...I Locked the door...yes...I" I stammered the word out trying to remember that I indeed locked all the doors to the restaurant securely, I was certain about it that I locked the door but when Janice approached me and showed me the keys, my soul instantly left my body and my knees weakened seeing the keys he had in his hands, those were the employee keys he left for us to close his restaurant since he went home early and if he was holding them then

Faye said and handed it over, she pushed me a little. I looked at the tall rusty gate, obviously no one had been down here for years, unlike the underground room from the other house that was some kind of prison. It was a single key making it easy, I pushed the key into the keyhole and turned it twice then I began to push the door but I didn’t budge, the beast or should I say Zemia… growled I had definitely caught his attention. “Turn the key the third time!.” Faye said like a diva she was.

Sophie flopped onto the living room sofa, holding a tub of ice cream and a spoon in her hands. She reached for the remote control on the coffee table and used it to turn on the large LED TV in the cozy room, randomly flipping through the channels. She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart."

In the center of the platform stood a stone desk, and on that desk sat a single, golden **Key**. It didn't look like a master-key. It looked like a simple house key, old and worn. But it pulsed with a light that made the surrounding darkness retreat. "There it is," I said, gasping for air. I reached for the key, but the Glitch blocked my path. "Wait," she said, her hollow eyes fixed on me. "Remember the price. To turn that key, someone has to stay. Someone has to be the 'Anchor.' They have to hold the door open from the inside while the drive burns."

On moving day, my mother-in-law blocked the entrance to the complex, kneeling on the ground and begging me to sign a letter of forgiveness, claiming Richard had been mistreated inside. I didn't even roll down the window. I pressed the gas and drove past her. At the new home, I handed Lydia a brand-new access card, its surface embossed with gold patterns. "Lydia, this is the card for the new house," I said. "From now on, this will be your exclusive pass." Lydia wiped her hands and accepted the card with a solemn nod. "Madam, don't worry. I'll keep it safe. I'll always have it with me!"

The trap must be centuries old because if it had been recent; it would have been vampire or at least demon proof. I stretched my hands towards where the key was and transported effortlessly before I turned back with a look of achievement on my face. This was surprising my first attempt on using August’s power on something other than violence. The third key was in the form of an actual key. The first was in the form of the cross, the second unidentified and the third was an actual key.

They were like a wind freezing everything they touched. I went down to the cellar. The air was thick with the scent of earth and old oak. I moved past the rows of bottles my heart pounding in my chest. The 1945 reserve was tucked away in a corner protected by a wrought-iron gate. I pulled out the key from around my neck. The Third Key, a small USB device encased in silver. And inserted it into the hidden lock behind the rack.

The jingling sound of a key caught her attention as he brought out a key. Her eyes widened madly as she recognized the key. "W-what are you doing with that?" she asked. Just like the way he was twirling the key around his finger, he had her life on that same finger. That key is the reason why she's been lying to Maddox, and the reason why she's going ahead with the ceremony. It contained one single key which had a tiny red button in the middle. With one push of a button, Maddox's life will end.

I nodded at him. The key turned into ashes and entered my body. “9 keys to go!” I cheered up. “That’s my woman.”

I heard someone say with a hint of smile in their voice and I rolled my eyes. "Hold." I said and passed the stack of boxes to Zaire who collected it with a hmph! I pushed a key into the keyhole and turned it. It didn't turn! Tried another one, it didn't turn! Tried another one, it's still didn't fucking turn! "I'm sorry, don't you know the key?" Quinnel asked. "Obviously, genius." I replied with a roll of my eyes. On the tenth key, it finally turned easily and the door opened with a click. I heard a sigh beside me and I turned my head to see Zaire almost breaking a sweat. Almost.