New Gate Light Novels & Stories

The man lied on that day. Alex drove closed to the entrance gate, pressed a remote control and which blinked a green light to gate. The gate started opening automatically. It was all Grayson’s family included Vivian that had that remote in their cars. They didn’t use to horn, it was their guests that used to horn and the gateman would help them to open it. As Alex wanted to start driving in, he noticed that the gate was stopped from opening and new faced security men encircled his car like he was a criminal.

I can’t look сrаzу іf I hаvе to explain thіѕ tо thе роlісе officer guarding mу door later, ѕо I have tо gеt іt rіght. Thе gas ѕtаtіоn іѕ асrоѕѕ thе rоаd. I wаіt fоr thе trаffіс lіghtѕ to сhаngе аnd jоg асrоѕѕ, аhеаd оf wаіtіng traffic. It’ѕ getting buѕіеr аѕ thе early mоrnіng раѕѕеѕ bу. It’ѕ nearly ѕеvеn fifteen nоw.

A huge black steeled-gate with beautiful angels design is standing at the side of the road. “We’ve arrived.” He states. I look at him with a mixture expression between happy and surprise. He giggles. I can see a security post near the gate. The security guards seem like they’re pressing something and then the gate open automatically. We get down from the car just as Cain’s car has entered the yard.

*** On the surface, Kael’s team did not come quiet. Four vehicles cut their engines a kilometer out and rolled the last stretch in neutral, headlights off. Their silhouettes barely darker than the night. As they hit the fence line, engines rumbled awake. “Gates about to have a very bad evening,” Dima said from the front passenger seat. Yana’s voice came over comms. “Charges set.” “Execute,” Kael said. The front gate detonated in a blossom of controlled force—enough to rip the metal wide, not enough to crater the yard. Sirens—physical ones, human ones—began to wail a second later.

I pulled the master control tablet toward me, tapping the screen to bring up the perimeter blueprint. "The eastern gate runs on an automated hydraulic system," I explained, pointing to the glowing red lines on the digital map. "At 5:00 AM, the night shift guards pack up their gear and march back to the central barracks on the west side of the property. The morning shift doesn't arrive at the eastern gatehouse until 5:04 AM. That four-minute gap is the blind spot." "And that’s when the black sedan will send its people through?" she asked, her eyes scanning the red lines.

A private property I'd bought because I wanted to be away from crowd and live a quiet life with my kids and uncle Pete. Soon, I heard the mechanical alarm of the gate, it was refusing to let her in. Just as I suspected, uncle Pete's phone rang. The gate only allowed familiar cars in. Jared's just got registered under the gate's electronic system so he could come in and out freely. It was a custom-made installation that had cost me millions of dollars but was worth every penny. Safely secured. "Yes, Martha?" "The gate is refusing me entrance. I think you should come get it for me." She said.

He rolled down his window, punched in 4201, and the gate slid open. This was going to be his new home now.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

“Ember.” “Mm?” “We need to discuss the gate.” “Do we, though?” I don’t look up. “Or could the gate simply be a beautiful, unspoken mystery between us, a thing we never—” “It’s six feet tall.” “It’s abstract.” “Ember.” He comes into the room, and there’s a slow, deliberate danger to the way he moves, and I finally look up, and his face is fighting very hard to be stern and losing at every seam. “A council elder photographed my front gate. She is going to show people. She told me to my face — I want you to understand she said this directly to my face, in the driveway — that she intends to use it as the background of her holiday cards.”

“And fix them under the same light.” Down below, Relief West posted tomorrow’s capacity like the weather: Garden can take twenty today—and then, beneath it, just as large: Garden will send grain north on Saturday. “Hook blunt,” Leah murmured. “And net mended,” Ethan said. The city did not rest. Cities don’t. But it lay down on its new scaffolding and let the night test the welds. Somewhere beyond the ridge a different lantern blinked once and went out, and ten minutes later a messenger arrived at Tower 3 with a note stamped in blue: