Gate Novels & Stories

“Good. I’ll be returning back to service in ten days.” “I’m aware of that, which was why I told Melissa not to bother herself with the welcome party.” Mr. Gareth said, gesturing at the guests before turning his attention back to Kimberly, a small smile crept up his face. “And, how are you doing Kim?” Mr. Gareth asked, placing a kiss on both her cheeks. “I’m fine Tony… I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit for quite a while now.” “It’s okay. I understand how busy you doctors can be.” He replied, causing Kimberly to sigh in relief.

“What the heck is this little thing?” “That is a GPS tracker. Gunnach Technologies makes them. They are top of the line, super-small, undetectable to all known bug sweepers, and can be tracked via a phone app. I always want you to have this on you, so I always know where you are. After what happened with Warthog, I’m not taking any chances. I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear I’ll only track you in case of emergencies, all right?” “I trust you,” Cricket said.

That would console him until he could attack again. The van turned off the highway into a street where warehouses loomed on either side. "There," Varga pointed. "The meatpacking plant. Gate 4." The van pulled up to a heavy steel gate marked Fresh-Kill Meats: Authorized Personnel Only. Varga rolled down the window and punched a code into the keypad. The gate opened, and they drove inside. The inside was a fortress disguised as a factory. "Home sweet home." Varga sighed, stepping out of the van. He didn't notice the faint, red blinking light of a drone hovering silently.

She pressed the bell and waited. "Who is that?" The voice of a young boy shouted from inside, hurried steps were heard and the door was pulled open. "Meeko who is that?" A lady voice shouted from inside. Meeko stared up at Amanda and Alex, his baby blue eyes looking at them, his face scrunched up as he stared at them. "I do not know you," he said, then turned to face inside. "Ma, it's strangers!" He yelled and shut the door running back inside.

They won’t kill me, that I know because Mateo needs me alive. Stopping right at the entrance door, I opened the keypad and typed in the code that I’ve seen Aaron type in many times. 4-6-7-2 “Incorrect pin. Try again.” An auto machine voice informed me. With furrowed brows, I tried it again but the same voice repeated the same thing. I tried it the third time, this time with anger and frustration; the voice told me the same thing.

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

He held Maya tight. Maya looked at the ocean. Something was coming out of the water. It was not a ship. It was a silver door. On the door a message was being written in gold letters: USER: MAYA. STATUS: MANAGER. SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN IN 10:00 MINUTES.

Suddenly I remembered something important so I said, "Kim, Terri I forgot to mention with everything that happened yesterday, I talked to my friend Ted Johnson who is the police sergeant. I asked him to come out here and measure for a security gate at the end of our drive way. I told him I want security cameras installed down by the gate and the monitoring system with a video recorder installed up here in the den. He is off tomorrow so he will be stopping by to measure in the morning and then come back later in the day with his installation cost sheet. I've wanted the gate since we moved in here a

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."