Hordeng Pintu Depan Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I step out, he opens the door for Blue, helping her down as well. “Thank you,” she says in her small voice, and my heart warms at the polite young lady I have raised. Elias leads us to the front door, and as he keys in the default code on the security system, I take in my surroundings. The front porch is spacious, with white columns supporting an overhanging roof. A beautiful pendant light hangs above the entrance, casting a soft glow. The double doors are made of dark wood with silver detailing, and potted plants are neatly arranged on either side.

According to what my eyes calculated, it was a ten-acre plot of land that had a scrub and a little garden at one end with lemon, guava, banana, and avocado trees that were fully loaded with ripe fruits. Before I knew it, I had arrived at the main entrance of the house. It was a very large door that could accommodate twenty to twenty-five people passing through at the same time. It had a perfectly designed eight-foot-long door that looked like a caved image of a lion, painted black, with a shiny white golden knob in the exact middle, which was so tempting that you would be definitely tempted to turn those handles.

I said to her. " Firstly you can't use the front gate, this means that you have to get in from the back, now timing is very important, you have to be here by eleven o'clock on the dot and not a minute later, you will have a five minute window to get him out without being seen.

These guys are supposed to be put their lives behind us, to protect us. I finally reach the bottom and see that there is a large iron door in front of me with a large round handle on it, the type you often see on the front of a bank vault. “Wait there, I’m coming.” I watch as Villessey jumps down the last four rungs and turns to the imposing door. He punches in a code to the right on a lit-up keypad and then begins to turn the round handle, it clicks and the thick door opens.

I couldn't hear human voices, but the chirping of birds was audible. The two-story house had a different vibe; it wasn't scary. I ended up in the front yard where the main door was located. I immediately noticed the design of the main door—symmetrical with glass on both sides, though only in a small portion. The upper part of the door also had glass, occupying about one-fourth of its height.

Jai looked at Hayate sharply, who stared back at him with another glare. A while later, they had moved to the backroom. It turned out to be more spacious and in a lower ground. Jai figured that that part was dug lower in its making. There are two single doors and one double door that looks like the smaller version of a barn door. And all of them are currently closed. Jai figured that the big door is how Hi-kun entered the building, because surely it won’t fit coming through the front door.

I say. Glancing around the building I see that the main entrance is guarded by four guys. I’m assuming they’ll constantly have four guys on that door, so the front door is completely out. I know this place has got to have a rear entrance, so I look towards the back and spy a back door that only has one guard. I’m thinking it could be a potential exit point. I’m also seeing a heap of windows on the first floor. I’m going to go with the far back window in the corner; it will be our entry point.

Erik answered. Hrolf halted in his steps just a few walks away from the huge door which had a huge lion head decoration on it. "Who else knows about this?" "Gasper'' " Aside you and Gasper I mean," Hrolf stared at Erik, waiting for his answer. Erik's attention went to the huge door before turning back to Hrolf. "Me and Gasper, I am not sure if anyone else knows about it aside from us," he answered. Hrolf took large strides toward Erik.

The Threshold of Re-entry A few days later, a minor, everyday challenge triggered a crisis I hadn't expected. The front gate of the property, which I had long ago reinforced with heavy-duty hinges and a magnetized locking mechanism, finally succumbed to a heavy windstorm. It swung wild, the wood splintering against the post with a violent, jarring crack.