The Newgate Novels & Stories

“Wait until yeh see Aeon. He’ll talk yer ears off, that one was not to be crossed in times like this!” Newman huffed, his worried face sliding in and out of sight as broken street lights gleam, providing us a view of the foggy path. The grass was wet and I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose, not liking the idea of changing out my favorite trousers just yet. Newman stopped and whispered under his breath before plunging his hand in the thick vines. He groped in the dark, face focused before the metallic groan reach my ear as he yanked open the gates. “In, now.” His accent was gone as he resumes to his usual drawl. I slipped inside the gates and stared at Newman as he close them back, the metal

She nods, smiling back, placing her hand on top of mine. As we pull up to the huge wrought-iron gate, I see a heavyset guard approach as he mind links someone. “Name?” he asks me as I wind down the window, letting the heat inside the air-conditioned car. “Gabriel Reynolds,” he nods, mind linking again before he signals to the other guards to open the gate. We drive through the pack as we all take in the unfamiliar surroundings. The sandstone and marble buildings and cobbled streets are unlike anything back home. There is the occasional palm tree providing some shade, but these are few and far between. I can’t imagine a wolf living like this, let alone a pack of wolves. We love nature, and to

Nope" Marck and Eric might be worried already. "Where are we going?" I ask again. Now he is playing both of my hands. "You'll see" The car suddenly drive to much more residential areas and then after a few minutes we are driving to an executive and gated community. I don't know that there is a place like this here in New York. Suddenly we stop to an enormous gate. The said gate opened immediately and we entered a pathway with a big garden on each side. I saw man in black scattered around the area.

"Grandmaster Burrey, this is a house I have in South City. I haven't stayed there a single day since someone gave it to me. It's all brand new inside. Consider this house a gift from me to you!" Liam glanced down at the key card Gabriel handed him. "Hush Purple Gardens?" Gabriel quickly explained, "Yes! It's said to be a very quiet neighborhood with excellent security measures. Ordinary people can't even get in!"

I can't believe I'm slacking off on the first day of work, I didn't even make dinner for him. When I came back, everywhere seemed calm, his securities must have slept off. Thank goodness I left with the card key Mark handed over to me. There was a card verification option at the penthouse gate. The gate was made of a modern stainless steel and aluminum frame yet had multiple factors for entry including password, biometrics and face unlock. I guess it unlocks at the sight of George or Mark's face. I swiped the card as the gate opened and I entered. I did the same for the door.

No negotiation. Now I stood across the street, dressed in black, cap pulled low, trying not to look like a man stalking a woman he loved. I was just…watching. That’s all I could do now. The metal gate out front had been freshly painted. The rusted lock was gone, replaced with a keypad — smart choice. A new nameplate had been screwed into the frame above the entrance. AYALA STUDIO – MIXED MEDIA & MURAL ARTS I felt the ache in my throat rise.

Citadel Lower Rings, Market Vault The passkey glimmered behind the trader’s glass, a sliver of tech small enough to fit in a palm, powerful enough to open half the Citadel’s veins. Abigail’s eyes locked on it like it was oxygen. “Now,” she whispered. Samuel muttered something about bad ideas but moved anyway. He slipped a hand beneath his jacket, pulling the trader’s attention with a clink of credits while Abigail slid the case’s latch. The siren wailed.

However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go. The next day, an unfamiliar name appeared in my inbox. The email contained no words and only a link.

Just the arrogance of excess money, confidently invisible. Junior shifted beside Nevena, blinking up at the seamless structure. It held the kind of intimidation that wraps itself around one's lungs. “This is…the gate?” Nevena said under her breath. Junior whistled. “This is definitely where Skynet lives.” Nevena chuckled. “Yeah—the gate alone looks like it cost more than New Mexico itself,” “Excessive at its peak.” Junior agreed, staring at his reflection on the obsidian surface. “Miss Nevena! How do we get in?”

Just clarity. And this time, I won’t let myself forget that I’m trying to protect my own heart. By the time I leave the house, I’ve convinced myself this is just logistics. The address Gabriel sent isn’t familiar. It’s outside the usual business districts. Farther. Quieter. The gates come into view first. Tall. Black. Imposing. I slow the car instinctively. Before I can even reach for the intercom, the gates begin to open. I frown.