Code Geass Marianne Novels & Stories

He turned to look at the maid, his eyes transmitting a message only known to them, but she understood his unsaid words in their entirety. (Don't tell me those boys...) - Those were her thoughts, he was scared that it was the truth. "Azazel, those males are they in the report?!" - He screamed at him. "Let me check." - He started to flip the remaining pages and soon found the one he was looking for. "The males are known as; Minamoto Reiji, Human. Age 22, Son of random high-class Human Mages, has Sacred Gear 'Perfect Warrior'." - He mentioned the first one.

She smiled back at me, though I could tell from her mind that she didn’t exactly want me to call her anything; nor did she wish to be in the same room as me. “Alright.” I whispered, only just managing to hold my smile in place. I glanced over Marianne Scarlette, her silver-coloured hair cascading in waves down the sides of her breasts and her aquamarine eyes unable to stay locked onto me; often darting to the prince and Ezio. She had a slender and yet curved body and stood at about five-foot-two, her sharp pointed nose and high cheek bones perfectly sculpting her features. I found her elegant, and yet rebellious; she didn’t like being told what to do and she certainly didn’t appreciate anyon

Her claws were headed straight for Yuki’s face. Yuki, who was prepared from the start, gathered all the mana that she had into her fingers and made a gun gesture pointed at Marie. The mana gathered around her hand shaped into an arrow, just waiting to be released full force at her enemy. Just then, a gust of wind swept past Yuki and the ground trembled beneath her.. Marie was gone out of her sight and was replaced with someone else. Matthew’s aura was violently swirling around him but there something different about his aura that Yuki felt. Not just his aura, his right eye which was usually light blue in colour was golden now. A few strands of his hair were green.

A surge of determination coursed through her veins as she approached it, her mind focused on cracking the code that would grant her access. With cautious fingers, she pressed a button on the vault, eager to unveil whatever was within. A resounding beep of rejection echoed in the room, followed by a message displayed on the small screen that demanded an input password. Georgina knew that unraveling Marcelo's secrets hinged on deciphering this code. Her gaze swept across the room, searching for any clues that might lead her to the elusive password. Determined to explore every avenue, Georgina tentatively typed Marcelo's name on the vault's keypad. The red light flickered, accompanied by anothe

“You’re a fucking bastard, Blake.” Soren forcefully separates us, shoving me back several feet. He stares at me in both awe and fury. I don’t blame him as he smoothes his hand over Maeve’s forearm, which is now marked with fading swirls and unintelligible patterns of violet and crimson that sink into her skin, shimmering before they disappear. “What have you done?” he asks me in a broken whisper. But it’s the soft, shallow exhale that truly breaks me. I close my eyes for a moment before turning to the door to my suite. Marianna stands in the open doorway, clutching the door I didn’t lock.

She was trembling like a leaf. Still, despite her body’s automatic response to Zayn’s pressure, Marissa’s wits helped her keep her cool. She was banking on the fact that Zayn, being a Rheasian agent, was barred from hurting her. Straightening up, she declared, “You don’t scare, Rheasian man! I, Marissa Bell, will not succumb to your threats!”

Every time someone told me a lie it made my chest hurt and I don’t think I could handle my chest hurting and my tummy. Mariah leaned both hands on the sink, her body shrugging while staring at her beautiful face in the mirror. Her dark brown eyes, her delicate features on her face a stark contrast to her muscular body. Ares was really lucky. She was fierce, muscular, but still had that beautiful feminine look to her that would make the perfect mom one day. Those eyes of hers held such warmth for him, to the God of War that had slaughtered thousands, maybe millions.

I reached the door of Room 412 and delivered the signature knock. Three sharp raps in quick succession, silence, and then one final, heavy strike. It was a code that told anyone who knew me well enough that I was the one knocking and it was safe to open The door swung open almost instantly. Rachel stood there, draped in a cupro robe that cost more than most people made in a month, her eyes lighting up with a hunger I usually found easy to satiate. I looked around before I got in incase they were paparazzi’s or any media outlets around

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Bile rose in Maria's throat at the mention of his name. "Oh, oh. Okay, got it." Let's get this over with — that was the only mantra that rang in her head. They were met by the friendly reception of Theo and a couple of other house workers. This time, the blue in the sky had a silver lining to it, giving Maria hope of things going better than the last time. She stood before the towering buildings and the endless lush of greens that the Jones inhabited — she wasn't less awed, it was far from it. Her agape mouth was only shut close when she felt Jackson's hands slip into hers, pulling her towards the entrance — another show of faux intimacy, anything, just anything that made them believe their