A-60 Doors Novels & Stories

As soon as I pushed open the heavy, solid wood door, Mom exclaimed, "This door... it must weigh half a ton!" I explained, "Mom, safety comes first. It’s a custom-made, bulletproof, and blast-proof door from D Nation. It can withstand high-intensity impacts." Inside the villa, the living room had high, open ceilings. The decor was minimalist yet stylish. The walls had concealed protective steel plates embedded within, and the sprinkler system and smoke detectors in the ceiling were hidden among the decorative molding. My grandfather reached out and touched the smooth wall, a look of astonishment on his face. "It looks no different from regular decor, but it’s this sturdy?"

A deep vibration passed through the space between the worlds. Then a message appeared. WORLD SIX: ACCESSIBLE. Elara's eyes widened. “World Six?” Auren stared at the message. “There were only five.” Seren whispered, “Now there are six.” A doorway formed in front of them. Unlike the previous doors, this one wasn't black or silver. It was completely white. No symbols. No markings. No name. Elara stepped toward it. Then she stopped. A strange feeling passed through her. The door felt familiar.

Velaré’s control room “Open the gate. It’s Mr. Ford.” “On it.” A Mercedes-Maybach S680—obsidian black with a subtle satin finish, deep-tinted glass rolled in smoothly like a scene from a movie. The door swung open, revealing Christian Ford (CEO of Ford Enterprises), 6.2ft tall, smooth pale-skinned, full but excellently trimmed beard, sharp jawline. Just the perfect description of a good-looking man. He was elegantly dressed in a burgundy tuxedo.

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Plus point for one of the most successful and wealthy realtors of New York City! They went over to the stairs which lead to the entrance of the house. Now the couple had seen many wonderfully made doors before, but facing in front of them was overwhelming. “As you can see, everything you see here is big. I mean look at the size of this pivot door!” he babbled, swinging open the dark-brown pivot door made with rift white oak—ten feet high, 5 feet wide, and 4 inches thick with a vertical rectangular piece of bulletproof glass at the handle side of the door. Such a sleek entrance for such an astonishing house. The three of them went inside and Mr. Andrews looked around while Mrs. Andrews couldn

she said. If he didn't believe her, he did hide it because in that moment, he unlocked the doors and she didn't waste time to note down the codes just in case she had to use it later. "A64t8 '' she murmured. Luckily for her, the man didn't hear her and as soon as the doors were opened, he stepped aside for her to walk in. The beauty of the garage was something she had seen before but anytime she stepped into it, she was always blown away by its beauty and how large it was. The cars within it were another ballgame entirely.

And pull. I walk to the door. Look at it. Should be made of reinforced steel or concrete, with a keypad for entry. The door is recessed into the wall, making it nearly impossible to break down with special seals around the edges to make them airtight, in case of a gas or chemical attack. This very one is designed to be impenetrable and has bulletproof glass windows for added security. So I don't waste my bullets. I tap the codes on the keypad, wait for the green light, and the hiss, then walk into the soundproofed room. ***********

As Kane enters the security code, a loud click reverberates through the hallway as the security guard stands to the side so we can enter the door. With a smile on Ford’s face, he steps forward and opens the door. “Shall we go in and show you around.” Sheepishly, I lower my head and nod. My eyes suddenly widen as I look at the thick door. They definitely don’t want anything getting through this door. It is at least 6 inches thick, and it appears to be reinforced with some heavy steel. I don’t even have to question if it is bullet proof, because I don’t know if a bomb could break through the door.

There was the front entrance but it was locked as well but there was a keypad next to it. ‘What did she say? 7-5-6-2-4…4…’ ‘Three.’ Niru snorted. As soon as I punched in the number, I heard a huge thunk and I reached out, turning the door and opening it. Stepping inside, the door locked behind me as it shut. My eyes widened as I looked around. I’d never seen such an incredible garage. Not just the look of it but there was a 1961 Chevy Corvette and a 1973 Buick Riviera in two of the lanes. I continued to look around but the best bet seemed to be the stairs that went up over the shop.

I felt the force work it's way up and down every nerve in my body, giving me the needed juice to exact my revenge. "Open the gates now!" Orvyn's voice barred into my mind and I opened my eyes with a smirk, the wind reducing to a gentle breeze. I did a quick mental calculation of the time it'd take me to beat Alpha Cassian to a pulp before Orvyn interfered. The mighty mahogany double doors were thirty meters high from the ground, spanning twenty inches in width. Three long rectangular oaken poles secured the door from behind, with each weighting a whooping seven hundred pounds.