Txt Password Novels & Stories

his full name and mine. Drats. Still didn't do the trick. Grunting in annoyance, I tried ringing Miles' phone. I only got his voice mail, so I didn't bother. It's not like he would call me back. Ugh. "Come on, man. I'm not a freakin' hacker." I took a moment to concentrate. The password text box let me enter more than ten characters. With hopeful enthusiasm, I typed my full name into the white box. No spaces. But the same notification popped up:

His lips moved to the left and right, trying to guess her password. He clicked his tongue when a word came into his mind, he typed Patricia but it was invalid, typed Pat, it still did not work. He tried all the words that came to his mind, even the silly ones. “ Shit!” He cussed, chewing his fingers he glanced at the wailing pregnant woman. “ What is the password Chloe ?” He asked her again. “ Password.” She managed to say, but the butler raised a brow in confusion, he shook his head. “ Yes, password. What is your password ?”

was this a rented plane? The phone in her pants pocket rang, and she remembered that she was carrying Lucas's phone. That crazy man just gave her his phone as if he wasn't afraid that Clara would use it to... deceive him. Well, Clara knew the password to his phone, and she could do anything she wanted because Lucas used the same password for his phone, apartment door pin, and debit and credit cards—his birthday. He used his birthday date on all of his passwords—a very silly habit that she discovered when she found Lucas's name on G****e and got the date from his birthday information.

I gave up on thinking of a good password for my phone. Penny, being a genius, only took about five seconds to crack the code I thought of for an entire day. Seriously, I thought that my new password, ‘supermanpanties,’ wouldn’t be so easy to figure out.

Maybe Ethan was about to request for a ransom a billion dollar and an island on his name. "670, dash, one, underscore, zero. That's the password," Ethan said. "It changes every time." Chris punched in the characters. The box clicked open. "You see what's inside?" Ethan asked. Liam didn't want to look in yet. So he raised his brows at Chris in asking. Chris was shaking his head, his forehead filled with ridges of distress. "This isn't at all good, boss," he said.

Something to take my mind off these problems for a while. I climbed on the login button. INSERT PASSWORD: I began to type away. P I G S T Y 2 5 1 /

he shoved the phone at his face, tone strict. "The password is Wade," Vincenzo plopped one hand on his palm as he watched Wade's angry cute face. "What?! Why the fuck is the password my name?" Was this a joke? It was only a four letter word so he gave it a try. The phone unlocked. He glared at Vincenzo, hoping his gaze could kill him on spot. Wade checked through it and found that there were no photos at all. "Where are they? Did you hide them in your cloud or thumb drive or something?"

“Forgot your password already?” I lied without thinking. “Yes.” He scoffed, the sound dripping with disbelief. “Open the damn phone.” My fingers shook so badly I almost mistyped, but I tapped in the passcode as quickly as I could. The second the screen unlocked, he snatched the phone right out of my hand. “‘MicahRocks123’?” he said out loud, clearly entertained. “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s your password? Jesus Christ, you really are something else.”

He took the USB from his pocket, and then, he opened Brett’s laptop. He only have few seconds to execute his plan. Brett’s laptop asked for password. Chandler ceased for a moment. ‘What could be his password?’ Chandler thought. Since Brett is someone who does not like complicated things, Chandler first tried pressing “123456”. But it did not open. Next, he tried, “098765”, “000000”, “112233”, but none of them works. All of a sudden, Chandler thought that one possible answer. “The name of his favorite p*rn star,” he murmured and typed the password.

I look at the phone dangling between his fingers in confusion, What am I supposed to do with it? “Check who’s texting. The password is 1809.” I reach for the phone, the minute his password registers in my head I feel like I’ve been doused in cold water on a rainy night. My birthday. The same password he’s been using for six years by the way, and he’s changed his phone already so why keep the same password? “It’s not my business… I’m just curious. That’s all.” “My business is your business, Gianna. I have nothing to hide from you.”