The Newgate Novels & Stories

the gatekeeper asked through the microphone above the two-way communication buttons in the guard room. Keyara heard the question from the supervisor and responded. "Please open the gate. I want to go out!" Keyara shouted in front of the CCTV screen, which seemed to have a pan-tilt-zoom function. The speaking gatekeeper immediately pressed the button to open the gate, causing the four-meter-high gate to move and spread. As soon as the gate partially opened, Keyara rushed out eagerly. After successfully passing through the partially opened gate, Keyara quickly walked along the eastern side of the house. The house on that side had a black fence that covered the entire front area.

I shouldn't be thinking this now. "We are almost there." Mum announces and turns to me . I frown. "Where?" " Our new apartment of course. " I look out the window to see ourselves before a large sturdy gate absolutely made of pure gold. Above it has the inscription THE GOLDEN ESTATE. I scoff and turn back to them both glancing at me with heavy smiles on their faces. "This is an estate not a home." I say and dad smiles. the security guards at the front approaches us. One of them observes dad and does the most shocking thing. He bows ....... I raised an eyebrow with this belief.

When she saw Grace delightedly tidying up, Faye grinned. It was already 3:00 pm. Faye didn't look for Cedric at his house. Instead, she took a taxi and arrived at a deserted alley. Faye got down from the car. She wore a cap and entered the alley sneakily. Finally, she pushed open an inconspicuous-looking metal door and went inside. Everyone knew that the world's largest intelligence agency, Newsworth Agency, was in Jorn City. Alas, few people knew the location of the agency. It was located at a very unnoticeable corner.

We came to a four way stop with an intersection and the section over to the left side opened up into a park area with playgrounds, tennis courts, batting cages and more amenities than I could even identify. “Wow, you even have a park inside the gates?” I asked, marveling at how convenient and smart this design seemed to be. “Yes, a huge selling point in Urban Crest. Since both gates are monitored at all times and you have to either live here or be screened to enter, parents can let their kids come and go without fear of anything happening to them. Plus, the entire place has cameras running and each home is wired to have access to the cameras in the area.” “That’s brilliant.” I uttered.

"Unless you want to be the one to explain to him why the merger update is late, I suggest you open the gate." The gate swung open. As the car wound up the long driveway, I scanned the grounds. I saw the "glass house" Larry was so proud of. I saw the new security sensors. And then, I saw them. They were in the garden.

“Let me in, Rowan. I’ll call Aneliese… and you can talk to her yourself and ask her to come back.” “I don’t want to get back with Aneliese, Gabe. You think I’m an idiot?” I slammed my head against the steering wheel, feeling dizzy. I looked at the gate—imposing, not just visually but in its impenetrability, the first barrier keeping me from Olivia. The sharp, decorative fleur-de-lis spikes at the top reinforced that the property was well-protected. It stood about three meters high. I knew the automatic gate system worked, but the security cameras, managed from the guardhouse, hadn’t been operational since the guard was let go.

The path curved sharply, then— A tall metal gate rose in front of them, dark and cold, guarded by two cameras. Nathan stopped the car. “Stay quiet. I’ll try the codes.” Noah leaned closer as Nathan typed the first sequence. Nothing. Another code. Still nothing. “Nathan…” Noah whispered. “Wait.” Nathan typed a longer string of numbers. Silence. Then— Click. The gate slid open. Noah let out a shaky breath. “You’re brilliant.” Nathan gave a humorless smile. “No. Victoria is just predictable.” They drove in. The gate closed behind them with a heavy thud.

Moana’s POV The secondary gates were massive, twin slabs of ancient mountain oak that had been iron-shod by Lana Vance’s newly organized forge crew. They stood at the throat of the middle tier, a vital line of defense that separated the residential quarters from the outer cattle pens. For a decade, passing through these gates meant enduring a screeching, metallic protest that signaled to the entire valley that someone was moving between the worlds of the privileged and the damned. Now, as Eldrick pushed the heavy left timber back with a single, casual press of his palm, the gate swung on its fresh oil-slicked hinges in absolute, ghost-like silence.