Your Password Novels & Stories

More than pissed. Did they even care? My entire body warmed and I found myself automatically shoving my knees together. My eyes darted to the others in the room who weren’t paying a bit of attention to us. “Yes uhm, are you able to get past the password,” I said, barely in a whisper. “His password is cherry cough drops, all lower case, no spaces,” he said, nodding. I made a face but began trying to type it. “What a freakin’ weirdo,” I mumbled, shaking my head.

Lapuz presses the Enter key and she’s taken to the lock screen and painfully reminded by yet another image of her daughter – this time goofing on the screen with eyes crossed, cheeks pinched and lips pouted like a Kissing Gourami’s – above her name and… a password prompt. Mrs. Lapuz hazards a guess and types "baligirls" in small letters and no spaces. The computer responds with: | That password is incorrect. Make sure you’re using the password for your MS account. You can always reset it at… | Mrs. Lapuz clicks OK and makes another try. This time she inputs a short one: "ecto". The computer says: | That password is incorrect. Make sure you’re using the password for your MS account. You can a

An interface asking for a password popped up. It was a password with four digits. I input Seth's birth date without hesitation. Wrong password. I input 1111 again. Once again, it was a wrong password. The system prompted that I had input a wrong password twice in a row. At the same time, it warned me that if I input another wrong password, the cell phone would be locked. "What should I do?" "I have only one chance left. I can't get the password right at all." "But what would the four-digit password be?"

Chloe whose waist was being held by Nathaniel felt her heart pound even harder. "We will need a password sir," one of the men notified him as the screen on the glass came alive. "Well?" Markings asked the men who were silently watching. "What is the password?" "Password?" Amir said. "Yes, the password." "Password?!" Gabriel grunted. "For heaven sake, I need the password." Markings was started to get frustrated. "Moron, the password is 'password?' with a question mark behind." Amir shook his head. Clicking his tongue most probably feeling a bit stupid, Marking turned towards his men and nodded.

“I then realized that the password can be easily cracked by others if I use my own birthday or my loved ones’ birthdays as my password. I later thought of a new encryption method: to use my birthday and add 1234 as the password.” “I was born on May 13th, so the basic password is 0513. Therefore, when I add 1234 to these four numbers, the password will become 1747. The number 1747 is then the password to decipher my text. My father could not decipher my password, so I finally told him how I upgraded my password.”

The password was simply 123456. She turned on the laptop, but she needed phone verification to log into her WhatsApp. She also needed her phone if she wanted to use any other social media platforms.

I told him, my voice steadying as I tried to distract myself from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Dante watched me with tired eyes, still in a daze. “What’s your password?” I asked softly, glancing at him. He smiled faintly. “It’s your birthday.” I froze, staring at him in surprise. My birthday? He had used it as his password? A rush of warmth flooded through me, but I kept my face neutral. I typed the date in, and the phone unlocked. I didn’t say anything, but it took me a moment to collect myself before I added my number to his contacts.

I comforted him, but it sounded more like I was comforting myself. Vincent Sniffed harder. I patted his shoulder and moved beside him. He opened the laptop and connected the phone to it. I waited patiently for him to break the password. “Wait.” He stopped before he ran a program to break the password. “If this is for Lauren, the password will be something that Lauren can easily guess.” He spoke while thinking. “Like her birthday?” I asked him, but he shook his head negatively. “This is easy to guess.” He mumbled and took a deep breath.

I say honestly, telling him my thought process behind changing my initial password from my now broken phone. Jack grows silent, saying nothing as he just continues to stare down at me with a hard expression on his face. He releases a small breath of air, extending his hand as he prepares himself to speak. "twenty, eighty-six. That's your password. Don't fucking change it." He says sternly, using his hand to emphasize his point.

he says, staring at me like he wants to smash his glass on the floor and fuck me raw right here on the table. It feels very good to be looked at like that. "I recall you saying something like that," I say with a shrug. "I didn't say it lightly. I paid off the balance of your loan this morning." I sit back, stunned. This can't be real. He's got to be joking, just messing with me for screwing with him. "You don't know my login info," I say quietly. He smirks. "Your username is your email address, and your password is Rita123."