Might Guy 8 Gates Novels & Stories

In the man's eight years as a spy and assassin, he'd never encountered such a chilling and calculating, menacing gaze. Yes, now he was certain that the man sitting across from him was the most dangerous man he had ever come across. "It was Mr. Gates," the man whispered, his eyes dropping to the damp floor, afraid to meet Roman's gaze for even a second longer. "Ha..." Roman sighed, cracking his knuckles, his patience wearing thin. "Shall I ask for more specifics, or shall I proceed with the castration? Which fucking Gates?!" he bellowed. The man flinched, as he raised his head to meet Roman's lethal stare.

And I knew it was protected by a state-of-the-art security system, and even had its own ‘panic’ room. “Apparently, they’re all the rage with the well to do folks around here,” Adam explained. When we pulled up at the closed eight-foot-high wrought iron gates, we stopped. Adam introduced me to the two security guards on duty in the gatehouse. Then he pressed a remote-control button in the car and the gates swung open for us to enter. “We can let ourselves in via a remote control, from the car,” he explained. “Or the guards can operate the gates for us, from inside the gatehouse.”

"Miss, you're in the wrong place. The women's exam area is across the hall." Dr. Stevens snorted coldly. "Still pretending to be a man? Ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf? The same trick gets old if you use it too many times." I quickly apologized and knocked on the door across the hall.

The city was still under construction – no doubt as a result of his carelessness – but its damages didn’t seem to be as severe as the damages the cities belonging to the three Great Races suffered. The queue at the gate was as long as it was during the time of the Grand Tourney. So Mane had to wait a while before getting to the guards at the gate. Just like it was a few years ago, the guards manning the gates were Animal Hunters. “The fee for entry is a single bronze coin,” the guard who faced Mane was calm and composed. It was only when he spoke that Mane suddenly realized something. “You didn’t bring any money, did you?” Hildegarde sighed.

But I kept quiet; it would be embarrassing if I were the only one complaining. After a long walk, we finally approached the second gate. From a distance, I could tell how long and spacious it was. It was far bigger than the first gate. As we got closer, I noticed a man standing at the middle of the gate with a phone-like box in his hand. Looking up, the gate had a scary look to it. "I wouldn't get close to this thing at night," I whispered. "WELCOME HOME, BOSS," the middle-aged man greeted Mr. Alex.

“Let me go in first.” Vivian reached out, grabbing his arm. “We’re not staying behind.” “Tasha has a kid. And if this turns out to be a setup–” “I said we’re not staying Behind,” Vivian repeated, her voice firm. Kachi stepped forward too. “Don’t make me stab you with my eyeliner.” Gozie sighed. “Fine. But stay behind me.” They stepped cautiously through the loose gates and toward the large double garage doors. Gozie knocked three times in a coded rhythm. Silence.

"Lea, we're at your house. You need to open the gate, alright?" "What? I don't understand you, Iris. I'm just cold." My patience is slowly picking down. My jaw tightened as I tried to open their gate. But then, I realized that the gate has a smart lock. It needed a fingerprint and a pin to access. Oh fuck. What will happen to us now that she's drunk? "Lea, what's the pin of your gate?" "Oh, the pin?" "Yes." "It's five, one, one, one, two, eight."

"Hahaha, what about it? Do you want to take revenge on me? I'm so scared!" He sarcastically said, "Listen well, I am Gaston Gates! I am the person your wife offended at the reception a few days ago! How about it, are you angry? Flipping out for your confidence! Pity you, a cuckold, worthless to carry my shoes. Forget it, I don’t want to fight with you." Turns out, that was the Sir Gaston Gates. This person was not a big shot, just a nephew of an executive in a subsidiary of Thousand Miles Conglomerate.

“East gate guard changes post. There’s a four-minute window where the east garden is uncovered by both camera and patrol.” He held Dave’s gaze. “This door leads to a service corridor. The service corridor connects to the east garden maintenance access. The maintenance access has a gate that opens from the inside without a key.” Dave looked at the door. Then he looked at Marco. Marco’s face was completely still. Not inviting. Not warning. Simply presenting information the way a road sign presents information, neutral and factual, the interpretation and the choice belong entirely to the person receiving it.

“Come on, baby, tell me. I am trying to understand you.” He sounded sincere enough so I sighed. “Something like that,” I answered but did not turn away from the window. “Good.” Of course it was good for him that I had no sense of self preservation and even though there was a seventy percent chance that he was using me, I was going along for the ride. I did not know who I was before the gunshot but right now, I had to be a fool of maximum proportion. It took all of thirty minutes before we reached a large steel gate with ornate metals that looked like they were crafted by a DaVinci prodigy. I was still admiring the simplistic but attractive gate when Maurice pressed a button and the gates ope