Steins Gate Suzuha Letter Novels & Stories

"I don't think we can open it even if all of us pushed!" "The density and toughness of the gate suggest that there is no point in blasting it either!" Mira said while touching the gate. After that, they all sat on the floor and took a quick break. They didn't want to go back just now. Creed went closer to the gate and tried to see if he could find anything. He knew that something unordinary waited behind the gate. He was curious too. "These letters and writings definitely have a pattern in its syntax," Creed hovered his fingers over the words written on the gate. "It's definitely some kind of language, and its syntax also matches from the writings on some elders' tablets."

"Rest in peace, old friend. Amen. Amitabha." Then, I turn to Arlo. "Buckle up, Darling. I always deliver." "Wait, what are you—" I slam my foot on the gas. The engine roars like a dying beast. The security guard screams something unintelligible. Arlo's eyes go wide, his mouth opening in a silent scream of horror. CRASH! Metal screeches against metal. The SUV slams into the celestial gates with the force of a wrecking ball. The hood crumples like paper, steam hissing from the engine. The gates...don't budge. Not even an inch.

“We’re five minutes out. We have a tail. A dark SUV. They followed us from Marianne Clay’s house.” I heard the sharp intake of breath, then the sound of fingers flying over a keyboard. “License plate?” Jess recited it, a string of numbers and letters. More typing. “Rental. Registered to a shell corporation. Predictable.” Luther’s voice was pure, cold focus. “The gate will be open. Drive straight through. Do not stop. Go to the garage. I’ll be there.” The high walls of the estate came into view. The iron gate swung inward silently as we approached. Jess didn’t slow. We shot through the opening. I didn’t look back to see if the SUV stopped, but I felt its gaze like a physical touch between my

Dorothy glanced at Susan and asked, “What kind of runes do you see?” When Susan came in, she was well prepared with a notebook and a pen too. She immediately took them out and wrote exactly in the notebook what she saw on the stone door. At a glance, Dorothy’s expression changed a bit. Alex transmitted his voice mentally. “What’s this?” Dorothy answered, “This is a warning, saying that this door is called the Gate of Sacrifice. The living ones would be separated by death upon entering this door.” “Is the warning any useful? Such a door just showed up. Without going through this door, there’s nowhere else to go. Could it be that there’s another door besides this one?”

Because she was so shocked, she couldn't even deny it. “I'm getting justice for my mother, Suzy. That's why I'm digging deep into everything that really happened involving her and me and this whole heinous story. We found Lewis and made him confess everything. Do you want to know something? He gave you the gate for a little, and your henchman that you trusted the most gave you so little, Suzy. Just to show that the friendships you made were never true to you if they were all based on monetary interests.”

Stretch. I took her. From Adrian. She settled. On me. 7. “Good,” I said. To Alex. To Adrian. To Susan. To February. To 11 seconds. Dead. “Good is for home.” *11:03 AM. [SFX: GATE. THEN MAIL. THEN LAST.]* Gate. Not intercom. Not FBI. Not Walker. Mail. Susan brought it in. Flip-flops. _HOME_ written on them. Sharpie.

Speaking of wild animals, she’s thankful that she hasn’t crossed one. Sierra found the gate not too far away from where she came from. The gate is made of steel and is as tall as the wall. It is thick and there’s a weird carvings. Above the gate there’s a word written in italic, it said 'Stonehenge'. “Hello? Excuse me!” she tried to look for a guard but none answered. “No one will show themselves to you,” said the late guardian of fire. “See that black gem in the middle?”

"No. No, that is impossible. My men have been watching this gate since early this morning. No one went in, and no one came out." "Then there is another exit!" Susan yelled. "Julian Vane is not a fool, Sebastian! He knows we are looking for that letter. He is probably laughing at you right now. If Elena reads that letter and gets those bank codes, we lose everything. Do you understand me? Everything!" Sebastian slammed his fist against the metal hood of his black SUV. "Damn it!" He hung up the phone and turned to his two large security guards who were standing by the car. "Get inside the vehicle! Right now!"

But before she could even turn back toward the living room, the wall-mounted intercom blared a second time, its sharp chime cutting through the quiet apartment. She pressed the talk button, only for the security guard's voice to come through sounding thoroughly flustered, “Ms. Gates... my apologies for the second disruption, but there is a woman down here at the main gate named Sasha Liu. She is causing quite a scene and claims she is your emergency contact from London.” “Sasha?” Jules’s eyes widened in sheer, utter disbelief, knowing that there was no way it could be only Sasha Liu she knew. “It’s me, Jules! Tell this man to open the gate!” A familiar, dramatic voice suddenly hijacked the l

As Hiya attempted to hand back his blazer, he subtly signalled with his hand, uttering, "Keep it." "I can't accept this... your blazer looks quite expensive”, she replied, unsure to keep his goodness to herself for long. "Yes... but its value pales in comparison to a girl's dignity," he replied, emphasising the importance of respect and self-worth. The moment lingered, resonating with a profound understanding between them. And once again, he reminded her how she wished for a gem like him but picked up a stone. -------------------- He swiftly started his car with a nod and zoomed away as Hiya said she would look her way after this herself. She watched his car disappearing into the distance un