Gateway Novels & Stories

Until when he opened a site—a familiar name of an application caught his attention. He is startled when a message popped out from the edge of his laptop's screen. Sam is a little bit nervous about opening it, but he desperately needs for money. The operation of his grandmother needs a considerable amount. His eyes are going to pop when an unknown sender messaged him. [Hello, Mr. Sam Ramos. This is the CEO of the newly announced CAM: The Hottest Streamer application. We are hoping to work with you—as we know that you are qualified. Reply to this message if you are interested.]

It's pretty normal for my work to get rejected. I'm staring at the brown welcome home mat as I turn the lock. I'm doing it slowly so he doesn't leave, I also walk into my apartment slowly and I turn to him. He has that cute smile on his face. He looks like a model, if he is I would like to go to his I* account and stalk him, or better what if he's a pornstar? Then I'll have to get his name and G****e it, just to be sure. "Thank you," I say to him.

I almost let out a chuckle but hold it in so she doesn't get offended. She paces back and forth looking around at her surroundings. She then looks up and my eyes follow her gaze. It was Cage. I instantly shift. Howling forcing my entire aura off on to him. Every ounce of hatred came out. I mindlinked Jordie," Cage is here Four miles to you're east, Silver creek. Get here now."

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

I answered honestly but I could see that she didn't believe me, "if he tries I'll kill him. Doesn't matter that he's my brother. Can't stand a woman beater." I brought my hand up to the thick steel door and rapped my knuckles three times against it. With a clink, the door swung open and I hastily ushered Miranda in. Gunnar had many points of distribution and this was one of them. It was a brand new place that he had set up almost a year ago, burning the last one to the ground. It held shitty memories that I was certain Quinn would never forget even if the building was now reduced to ash.

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.

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 and now is as good time as any, to put it in." Kim asked, "How will the gate work, will there be

The entire house seemed to be blocked off from the outside world. I frantically opened my settings and searched for Wi-Fi. Only one network appeared in the list, named, "Lifeline". No password was required, but when I connected, an authentication page popped up automatically. "Internet access fee. 1,000 dollars per minute." I clicked connect. Money didn't matter anymore. I had to get help. The moment I connected, my messages exploded with notifications. I opened the family group chat and tapped on conversations with my aunts and uncles.

she said into the intercom, her voice perfectly cold, detached, and authoritative. ​The yellow lasers stopped. For three agonizing seconds, the gatehouse's automated systems processed the encrypted code against the Inner Council’s central ledger. ​Suddenly, the flashing yellow lights turned a solid, welcoming green. ​“CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. WELCOME BACK, KANE GROUP PROXY. PROCEED TO SECURITY BAY 4 FOR MANUAL VERIFICATION AND RECLAMATION STAMPING.” ​The massive, three-ton titanium pressure gate groaned upward, releasing a cloud of warm, clean air that smelled of ozone and expensive synthetic perfume—a stark contrast to the wet rust and salt of the lowlands.

A private property I'd bought because I wanted to be away from crowd and live a quiet life with my kids and uncle Pete. Soon, I heard the mechanical alarm of the gate, it was refusing to let her in. Just as I suspected, uncle Pete's phone rang. The gate only allowed familiar cars in. Jared's just got registered under the gate's electronic system so he could come in and out freely. It was a custom-made installation that had cost me millions of dollars but was worth every penny. Safely secured. "Yes, Martha?" "The gate is refusing me entrance. I think you should come get it for me." She said.