Mine Entrance Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She cautiously found her way out of the dining room and into some sort of entrance hall. There were lots of stairs, and everything seemed like a maze to her. She found herself standing on the eastern side of what seemed to be a large, Victorian mansion. Stairs and corridors led to so many places unknown, she got confused. How do people even find their way around, she thought as she looked at the assortment of doors and passageways. There were some leading to an upper level, while some led to a lower level. The main staircase led to the reception hall with a large double door. Must be the way out, she thought. She quietly made her way to the door and tried to push it open, only to find it loc

"Who could that be?" I murmured in shock, and Dylan paused, his eyes locked with mine. "Who is that?" Dylan's voice broke the silence, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Is that Mr. White?" the unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door inquired. "No, you've got the wrong door," Dylan responded, his tone firm yet polite. "What's your entry pass, sir?" The voice persisted. "5541," Dylan replied, his gaze briefly leaving the door to meet my eyes as I lay there, emotions flickering across my face.

The sight was mind blowing, the air was cool, and everywhere was colorful. I arrived at the mansion, the driver helped me with my bags before bidding me farewell. On the Gate front was spelt ‘Johnson’s’ in big silver letters. I walked up to the mansion’s gigantic door, and spoke to the security at the door. “Hello, I am Elena Whyte” I was asked to tell them my name, since they already knew the name of who they were expecting. He knocked on the door, and the knobs on the door got unlocked and opened, by the workers on the other side.

Drex suddenly appeared behind Elea, his expression shifting into a protest the moment he heard her cursing him. "What the hell! How did you even get in here? The reporters are all outside looking for you!" Elea exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her skin. "Yeah, let them look," he muttered dismissively. "But how? You didn't exactly skydive onto my balcony!" "I came through the front door." "The front door? How on earth...?" "I walked over, turned the handle, and stepped inside. It’s very simple. Are you so scatterbrained that you’ve forgotten how doors work?" Drex teased.

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< Rory > With forty five minutes on the clock, I estimated we had just five to ten more minutes to interrogate this man and move in. my heart was racing and my head was screaming ‘Danger’ but I ignored it all. ‘’How do we get in?’’ I asked him. ‘’And don’t you dare play smart with me.’’ ‘’The main entrance is at the east side of the building,’’ he said. ‘’But it is heavily guarded. The men on duty know me, and they’d easily know it’s not me if you plan to go in my uniform.’’ he looked at Lorenz.

The elevator can only be accessed by the resident card, though ours isn’t as fancy as Maison De Verdue’s that only allows access to the floor of their residence. “Mummy, can we play with Alex and June?” My eldest asks, because he too knows that the neighbour’s kids were calling them to come out. “Yeah okay.” And just like that a roar of “YAYYYY!” is heard as they run towards the main entrance that I didn’t lock- like I said, I’m very confident with the security here. When I’m about to iron another work shirt, Liam suddenly shouts from the front, “MUMMYYYYY!”

He didn’t recall locking his door this morning before leaving. The fact was, he never locks his door because no one would dare to come without his knowledge or permission, so this was quite strange. He tried opening the door one last time just to be certain, when suddenly his nose caught an unfamiliar scent. He slowly stepped away from the door. Someone is here, he could tell by the scent but who could it be? He wondered, walking towards the back door, it was opened to his relief. On entering the kitchen where his back door led to, he noticed that nothing was out of place, so he decided to check the living room.

Her car alarm echoed through the concrete structure as she locked it. "So, how do we get in?" I asked, looking around at the oversized parking garage. Rows and rows of cars filled the area, but despite how busy the place appeared, there was no noise besides our shoes against the hard ground to signal us of anyone else's presence. "This way, we have to go further down. It's like this whole thing. There is a metal door, and you have to knock on it to gain entry. Then once you are in, you have seven rooms you can enter, each holding a different theme." Kylie explained, the excitement making her voice raise an octave as she gave me an enthusiastic look.

The woman opened her eyes wide. "A door free of escorts, sir?!" she asked in a frightened whisper. "Yes... in fact, there is a single entrance that fulfills that condition." "Where is it?" I asked her. "It is located at the back of the service area of the west wing," she revealed to me, looking sideways toward the moldings. "It's the secondary entrance that we cooks use to go do the grocery market and receive supplies without interrupting Mr. Frederick." I tilted my head with a rehearsed parsimony, and a cynical smile drawing on my damp lips.