Novel & Cerita Gagang Pintu Biasa

The door handle turns. Fuck.

The gate has its vigorous railings that are painted with brown, has an ivy organized like a downfall leaves that has been plastered onto the wall in the sides, and there were lanterns that Justin knew shimmers at night, with its faint glow that makes the road shines with yellow light. Jane fumbled for her card, the one she uses to enter the mansion with the scanner in the front gate that is secured with a fingerprint system. Justin observed how Jane put her right thumb in the scanner and the card in the other one. The gate clunked, and Justin took a step back out of his shock. The gate skidded in the pathway with a loud noise, and opened like a machine is operating with it. Justin observed t

Ciara and Rosie is like that kind of silent people who doesn't talk that much unless it's needed. "No we didn't." I moved our of the car and they both follow but stops just near the car while I goes to the gate and put my finger print there. Yes our gate is powered by finger print locked. The security could actually open the gate for me but I didn't bother to tap the door bell and just directly put my thumb finger to the finger print scanning tab and it immediately opens.

Ginogoodtime ba'ko ng gagong 'to? I was about to open my mouth para sagutin ito pero bago ko paman nagawa 'yon, he had already opened the door before us and to my horror, hindi yon pintuan ng silid ko kundi pintuan ng silid na katabi ng sa'kin. His own room. With his foot, naisara nya agad ang pintuang 'yon and with that light 'click' sound, I know he had locked his door. I was able to let out a sigh of relief when he had finally put me down on my feet pagkasara ng pinto.

They were already moving their supply wagons into the secondary bays, the heavy wooden wheels crunching over the frozen gravel like breaking bone. "The gatehouse door has three bolts on the inside, My Lady," Jiji whispered, her voice shaking so hard her teeth clicked against her lip. She was leading the way through the dark, her small fingers scraping against the rough granite of the tunnel wall. "But the lower hinge is rusted through from the vinegar wash the laundry girls use. If we throw our weight against the cedar panel, it’ll give just enough to clear the latches." "And the guards?" I asked, my boots skidding on a patch of black ice near the drainage grate.

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

It was another minute or so before he heard Sam's call back. "It's okay, it's not too deep down there." Sam's voice sounded a little disembodied because of the echoes from underground, "It's quite spacious down here, it's almost ten square metres, isn't it? It's not really narrow up there either, it's just that we didn't keep digging." "What about the gate?" Brent asked, "What's it like." Sam didn't answer immediately. It was another half minute or so before he spoke, "It's one of those alloy doors that banks use for their vaults, very strong, with a combination lock on the door, six digits."