Iron Gate Design For House Novels & Stories

Approaching the low level gate, fancy wrought iron in a grey stone wall. The house is a simple country home, less desirable for being so far out of town. The front door, made of dark wood planks with black hinges spreading half way across, had that rustic appeal the rich city folk craved. Inside it would be renovated, no expense spared, the charm of the country with every modern convenience of a penthouse suite. Before pressing the intercom she let her fingers walk over the rough stone walls, stone lifted from the very dales she'd grown up in.

He was ignoring it, which somehow made it feel smaller. We passed through tall, wrought-iron gates that swung open silently and drove up a long, tree-lined drive. The house that came into view wasn’t a mansion in the traditional sense; it was a sprawling, low-slung masterpiece of modern architecture of glass, steel, and concrete cantilevered over a hillside, glowing like a landed spacecraft against the night sky.

he asked, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. The drive wasn’t very long before Ben turned from the road onto a driveway. As Ben drove up the long, winding driveway, I noticed a pair of imposing wrought iron gates flanking the entrance. These gates were adorned with intricate detailing, such as scrolls, flowers, and family crests, and were topped with sharp finials. The gates were painted a dark, classic black and were flanked by stone pillars and ornate lampposts.

' I thought to myself. I pull my phone out and send a quick text to Dominic. "Coming down the driveway now. Should be there shortly." I finally make it to a clearing and I quickly suck in a breath as I look at the house in front of me. Damn, he lives in a fucking mansion. There are copper and golden swirled squared columns with built in lights connected to medium height white rounded columns. These went completely around the house with a pearl white marble slab running on the tops and bottoms of each column forming a fence. There was a black iron gate with an ivy design the way each bar twisted and turned almost like a natural ivy plant had grew to it’s own desire.