Novel & Cerita Cod Themes

I should have been able to if we had truly been that close in the Mandalay Bay. "Cedarwood and pine," he answered simply. "My men and I use it to help disguise our scents. I didn't want any of the other Alphas to know that we were in Vegas." I sat in my seat quietly after that, digesting what Luca had said but also realizing that I failed at keeping my mouth shut and had fallen into his conversational trap. "Are you---" "Look," I said sharply, cutting him off, "I appreciate that you're trying to be friendly now, but I shouldn't be talking to you."

She wrote the code once again on the paper: C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 “Seventeen letters from C to the right is T. Nineteen letters from O is H. One letter from D is E…,” she kept on mumbling while writing. “And the result is….” C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 T-H-E-A-L-C-H-E-M-I-S-T “The Alchemist?” She startled.

Bringing her up here would be a total disgrace. “Oh, she can’t?” She lifted her brow, “because of course she’s not seven.” Rhonda strolled away from me and got behind the podium. She planted her elbows on it as she continued, “It is true that Seven wrote this code. She had worked with DTech company for years, helped build the company from scratch without being appreciated. She decided that she was tired of being exploited and withdrew her support.” My eyes narrowed as I asked the woman I barely recognised anymore, “you know Seven?”

She gets excited as she talks, face lighting up. “Coding standards?” “It’s the basic guidelines used when writing out the code to a new program.” Having reached my car, we stop. I turn my head down to meet Quinn’s gaze and raise an eyebrow. “I’m not even going to pretend to understand what you do.” She brings her shoulders up and smiles. “That’s okay. I don’t understand it either.” Her smile disappears the moment she realizes what she says, and the flush is back to her cheeks. “Actually I do. Obviously. Since it’s my job.”

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

“Doesn’t matter, she got what she wanted” Daniel heaved a deep sigh. “Good story by the way, it’s just that you committed fraud” Linda challenged him. “Are you accusing me?” he asked back. “No. I’m telling you I know what you did” Linda warned him. “Do tell” “Roland Yates doesn’t sign with a black ink. His signature has a purple shade if you look closely.” “He makes his own ink and uses a special pen”

They are actually having this conversation as if I'm not there. Whatever, I don't care, I just need my fix. Liam hands me a small transparent packet containing what I can only guess to be exactly what I need right now. Coke. "Are we good now?" He asks insincerely. "Good." He says before I say anything. "Can you go now?" "Thanks!" I can barely contain my excitement. "Yeah yeah," he says dismissively. "Now go blow some shit you crazy bitch." Oh I plan on it, I'm going to get so fucked up tonight.

"I don't understand what I did wrong. If you could just explain... Adrian, I love you. That has to mean something." It does mean something. It means I'm destroying her slowly instead of all at once. My fist connects with the wall before I realize I'm moving. Once, twice, three times until pain radiates up my arm and blood smears the white paint. "I'm toxic," I say to the empty room. "Everything I touch burns." My phone buzzes. For one second, I think it might be Jules. It's Coach Stevens: Need to talk. My office. Tomorrow 8am.

I kissed her, where the neck and shoulder met, whispering the same words I wanted to tattoo on her heart. " Give me all those dark colors. " I meant it. Author’s P.O.V " Guess what Zain? "Kristopher's voice was cheerful, Zain drew a long breath before saying. " What? " Other side of the call he heard his friend go silent before announcing as if he was showing off confetti. " I got those files. And you were right? Salut Mr. Genius, your predictions have always been right. " Zain was silent, totally. " Is it mean..."