Iron Gate Design For House Novels & Stories

With how quickly she was storming through the house, I had no doubt she’d throw me into the damned limousine herself if she could get away with it. My palms were sweating the entire drive, but I didn’t feel faint until we pulled up to a pair of towering wrought iron gates. The metal work was intricate, swirling around the bars like leaf-tipped vines of sterling silver and gold. A crest sat in the middle, splitting in half when the gates swung open. A voice crackled from the speaker box off to the side, much too quiet for me to truly hear.

he asked hopefully. "Okay," Megan sighed. "Lead the way, Elena." They walked through the back of the house and out onto a stone terrace. The gardens were sprawling and perfectly manicured, but the "glass house" was a massive structure of iron and glass that looked like something out of Victorian England. Inside, the air was thick, warm, and smelled of damp earth and jasmine.

The wrought-iron gates didn't look like bars; they looked like a shield. Kyle led her past the Great Hall, where the remnants of the feast were being cleared, and up a grand staircase made of polished cedar. They walked to the very end of the third-floor landing, behind a set of double doors carved with the image of a wolf howling at a crescent moon. "This is us," Kyle murmured, pushing the doors open. Jesse gasped as she stepped inside. The room was massive, taking up the entire corner of the house. The walls were a soft, slate grey, accented by heavy wooden beams and a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace that was already crackling with a low, inviting fire.

The drive to her parent's house was silent other than the occasional direction Airen would give me. When we pulled into the driveway, I immediately began assessing the current security of the place. There was a large iron fence around the front of the property and a large matching gate blocked the driveway. There was a keypad and intercom system to open the gate and a security camera trained on the gate and the driveway in front of it. I silently approved of the security measures already in place so far. It was a residential home of humans, so I wasn't expecting much.

I surveyed the entire house. Metal roofs, large porch areas, raised floors, and conventional central hallways from the anterior to the rear portion of the house. The whole house was even surrounded with high and thick walls that any thief or evildoer would have a hard time entering. The security at the gate was also tight to ensure that no one suspicious would enter. Whoever it was that designed this house, they definitely don't want to take risks. And after surveying the house, I noticed that there weren't many house workers in the Floros' home except for the cook, the driver, and the two housekeepers.

“But promise me, this is only until everything is truly safe.” “For as long as it takes,” Ashton corrected. “My decision is final. We leave in an hour.” The journey to Ashton Knight’s primary residence felt like entering another dimension. A five-meter-high iron gate opened silently, revealing a winding private driveway that snaked through a perfectly landscaped garden that looked like a painting. The main building itself was a masterpiece of modern architecture with three-story high glass walls blended with black steel and natural stone, creating the impression of a magnificent yet elegant fortress.

we dance to the song from the radio and sing alongside. We arrive at a large estate filled with finely manicured gardens that go as far as the eye can see, according to the map we're using to make our way. The majestic entryway is guarded by massive iron gates capped with exquisite decorations, displaying richness at first glance. A long, winding path adorned with towering trees and vivid flowers leads to the property's majestic mansion. The home is an architectural marvel, with towering columns and huge balconies oozing elegance and sophistication. The gate is a marvel of modern technology and security, seeming both imposing and futuristic. Its towering frame is made of sleek, polished stee

The hardwood floors were warped with age and use and creaked with every step, it smelt like an old library and the stained glass windows with solid iron inlaid bars were a thing of timeless beauty. The glass itself was spelled and the inlaid iron was coated in salt. No manner of creature could penetrate its protections. Even the doors were iron, and yes harmful to Fae, but this iron had been forged with Anderson blood, at best it only mildly stung the Andersons when they touched it, like a small static shock. The windows on both floors were tall and arched, taking up most of the wall space and there were iron shutters to cover them in the event of a siege, the basement windows were half circ

My mother likes to keep everything beautiful, she really takes good care of the garden and the house by cleaning My friend she doesn't want to hire maids as she likes to do it by herself, The cleaning I mean. The roof of the house is painted in dark blue color, and the walls are painted white. They are made of woods, but not just any woods - they are made of iron woods, one of the strongest woods ever. When I asked my parents about how much they had spent just to have this house views, they don't really give me the exit answer, but I know it's really cost a lot My parents are hardworking people.

I rolled my eyes, "If we get a divorce, you'll be the first one to say 'I told you so'. So let's leave it at that. There will be no prenup. Now, about the will." He wanted to argue further, but one look at my face had him holding back. I knew him, though. He would bring it up again. For now, he let it go. Two hours later, I was pulling over in the driveway of mine and Irene's house. It was located in my parents' neighborhood. A small two story mansion, with white brick walls, arched windows and doors and several balconies. Inspired by old italian style houses, it had a decent pool, and was surrounded by a lush garden. The entire property was ringed by a metal and white brick fence.