Novel & Cerita Steins Gate Quotes

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

“Open the gate.” The other guard snorted. “You think you can just walk back in? After what you did?” Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice steady. “I said, open it.” “You got kicked out for spreading your legs for Thorne,” the first one sneered. “Matteo doesn’t want you.” “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” she said, stepping closer. “Open. The. Gate.” The guards laughed, shaking their heads. “Or what? You’ll beg your way in? Or maybe you’ll suck…”

Come on in then" The lady had finally permitted, with her voice taking a softer tone. The gate growled at my form, its hinges squealing, as it slowly pulled open, making way for my figure. It screeched so loud, and like it had a mind of its own, it grumbled upon my entrance. Perhaps, this inanimate object was tired of life, and would rather be anywhere than giving way for people, and then shutting back to its position. If it ever needed anyone talking to, I would in fact, give my ears up, listening to it tell me its sweet little tales, Cause I, in fact was just the perfect person to come close to any wee turmoil the weak gates had been through.

"You have built a court from scraps and grief. I am proud." That hurt. The Gate Opener knew exactly where to press. "Release him," I said. My father's voice on every speaker was worse than possession. Possession had a face. Broadcast made him weather. I could hate weather, but I could not look it in the eye. "After the final opening, no one will need release. All gates will be one. No lost souls. No false shrines. No hungry gods fighting over candles." "No choice either." "Choice made this ruin."

I sighed because I was alone once again. “C’mon, Jae. Get your head in the game.” That was what Thad would say if he was here with me. So, I got my head in the game and started walking. Everything looked the same for the first ten minutes until I neared a large gate. It stood as tall as a football goalpost and was made of solid gold. It looked like something you would find at a castle instead of just randomly in the middle of wherever this was.

Meticulous, smart, and most importantly male. Soon we passed through a giant steel gate with statues of gorgons on either side. The steel bars wrapped in poison ivy give it a mythical and horror movie look. ‘I want those gorgons on the gate as decoration and poison ivy around the steels of the gate. People will fear to disturb us then.’

“You’re dumb if you think you can make it over that gate without getting killed.” A masculine voice cut through the silence. And my blood turns cold.

“Yeah, we’re going notebook shopping.” “Okay ma’am, please give me a few seconds.” A loud motorcycle pulled up in front of the gate. I frowned, looking through the beams to try and see who it was. “Someone’s at the gate!” I called after Steve. “Yes, that’s Thomas.” Steven said letting him in with the press of a button. I watched him park his bike outside the gate. He pulled his helmet off, removed his gloves and then ran his hand through his hair as if combing it. He then turned and saw me for the first time.

Jace I slip in through the back door of the Enforcers’ building, boots silent on cold stone. My pulse hums low in my ears—this is what I live for. I spot Stevie leaning against the wall just past the holding cell door, arms crossed, expression unreadable but sharp. I grin. “You’re early,” I murmur. She quirks an eyebrow. “I’m on time.” Her tone’s teasing, but her eyes flick toward the metal bars. “So, which funeral guests get to be grilled tonight?”

Ashley sprinted across the yard, boots splashing through mud, rain dripping from her hair. Ace shouted updates into her earpiece. “Movement on the east side! Four trucks—no plates. Heat signatures are climbing.” “How many?” she panted. “Too damn many,” Ace snapped. Jax’s voice came through next. “Positions! They are breaching the outer gate!” Ashley slid behind a stack of boxes and crouched. The entire compound vibrated as something heavy slammed against the front gate.