Cod Modern Warfare Soap Novels & Stories

The door opens I almost jump off the sofa and spill my goddamn tea over myself. “Oh, hey. You’re in.” Cody says and boy he looks fuckingfantastic, damn him. He’s wearing his sweat pants and a tight black tee that shows of his well-defined biceps with ink running up and down them. It’s stretched so tight I can make out his chest. Where it’s so tight it runs slightly short and I can see the flat of the bottom of his stomach and a serious V going on right into his sweats. Jeez-us. It’s enough to make a girl wet her panties. I don’t know where to look, I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s staring at me with his electric eyes. “Where the fuck did you think I’d be? And what are you doing in? Your s

A pair of Oakwood warriors emerged from the shadows, their weapons glinting in the faint light. I stepped forward, my claws extending. “You’re in the wrong place tonight,” I said coldly. The fight was quick and brutal. I ducked under the first warrior’s swing, slashing upward with my claws. The second came at me with a blade, but I twisted out of his reach, delivering a powerful kick that sent him sprawling. “Perimeter secure,” Axel said, jogging over to my side. Before I could respond, the first explosion rocked the ground, flames erupting from the depot. Shouts and screams filled the air as Oakwood’s camp descended into chaos.

And that’s exactly where we find them—by the big ground fountain, the one that sprays water straight up from the pavement in bursts. Wolf and Papa are sitting on the stone ledge, watching as Koda runs through the sprays, squealing every time the water shoots higher than his head. Jace is nearby with Matteo and Salvatore, pretending not to laugh but failing when Koda slips and pops back up, soaked and grinning. Nonna huffs beside me, muttering about wasted time and how we still have more shopping to do. Her hands flutter like she’s ready to drag Koda out by the ear.

But I knew he wouldn't, Brian would die before letting Alpha Thorne's son know his pack’s location. “Are you kidding? Between him,” Coda obviously pointed a finger at Calvin, “And the one who barged in here last time, I doubt I'll like the mountainside. Are they all like that?” I started to say no… “Actually, yes.” They did lean into violence a lot more, but Coda would love it there. I regarded his questioning woodsy brown eyes. Everyone had questions it seemed. “I missed you, Coda.” “I missed you too. Came close to hunting you down at some point.” That was not a joke.

I challenged, backing against a heavy iron workbench, the cool metal biting into the lower part of my spine through my tight tactical trousers. The question hung in the humid air of the workshop, instantly triggering a dark, volatile shift in the room's pressure. The sheer, suffocating adrenaline of the trap, the proximity of their father, and the absolute certainty of the war we were about to fight broke the final barriers of their restraint. "We would burn the entire world before we let him touch you, Maddison," Caleb whispered perversely, stepping into my personal space. His long fingers tore at the front of my tactical shirt, popping the buttons to expose my bare, flushed breasts to the

“Well, my mother goes by the codename Ajna and my father goes by the codename Akephaloi.” I shove him in astonishment, “Shut up! Your father is Akephaloi?!” “You’ve heard of him?” he says happily. “Are you kidding? Who hasn’t? That time he took out that Cambodian death squad. Oh my God, my grandmother was gushing about it for weeks. So savagely brutal, especially putting their heads on pikes – which I personally thought was a fabulous touch. I know we do a lot of fucked up shit, but it’s those moments when we get to use these skills to bring justice to people who would otherwise never have it, that makes what we do rewarding. The Cambodian genocide was… horrific. What your father did saved a

Blood squirts out from Cody's rib cage. Cody puts his hand on his ribs and wipes the blood away. He staggers from the pain but his wits soon take over, as he runs toward Maximus again. This time he trips Maximus with his foot and Maximus falls face forward toward the ground. Cody seizes the moment and jumps on top of Maximus. He pushes his blade into Maximus's heart and twists it in as he does. Maximus coughs as blood squirts out from his lips. The werewolf traitors are soon surrounded by the unicorns and the great green dragon. The great dragon breathes fire at the traitors forcing them to bow at Queen Ursa and Prince Cody.

His face remained frozen in that desperate, narcissistic snarl, his mouth opening and closing without producing a single sound as the un-etched marrow-ore data-slate in his hand cracked into two clean pieces, spilling its raw, unformatted code into the burning ruins of the floor. "He's... he's dropping out of the registry," Kemi coughed out, her voice raw as she dragged herself out from behind a melting marrow-ore pillar. Her duster coat was completely singed, her green diagnostic strip flickering a weak, dying orange before going completely dark. Her scrap-rifle was gone, melted into a useless lump of iron a few feet away. "Zora... look at the sky. The warships... they're losing their align

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

Wade Johnson mouthed to Arthur, “One Two…Three!” They breached the door with a bang and tossed a flashbang inside. The men inside were instantly blinded and Cody cut the power. Wade and Arthur moved in and neutralized everyone who had a gun on them. All that could be seen inside the building were the flashes of automatic weapons going off. In a matter of seconds, Cody joined them and Freddie crashed through the glass ceiling. Wade used an SMG and Arthur, like always, favored a shotgun. Both of them aimed at the legs. Cody and Freddie rarely had to shoot. Soon, the emergency generator was on. They had to squint their eyes to bear the lights. Dominic stood there with his hands up in the air an