Code Geass Marrybell Novels & Stories

“It means you’ve already been here.” She froze. “No,” she said. “I haven’t.” He stepped toward her. “Not as Isolde.” The speaker repeated: “SECOND CODE REQUIRED. SUBJECT VELVET-06.” Penelope’s breath hitched. “Vivienne was Velvet-04…” Isolde stepped back, shaking her head. “That’s impossible.” Dorian reached out gently, gripping her hand. “Maybe it was before the knee. Before the stage. Before London.” Isolde whispered, “No one ever told me.”

"Where is it?" "Basement!" I gasp, my hips bucking wildly. "Service... elevator!" "Security codes!" "Fuck... 2-4-7... ahhh! Echo-Nine!" "Clone the data, Mia! Come!" He hits my G-spot with a punishing rhythm. The clamps are vibrating with my pulse. The ring on my finger feels hot. I’m sweating, my body slippery against the sheets. The smell of ozone from the gear mixes with the scent of sex.

GREY "Marcellan, you came. How are you here? I don't... how did you..." The fog clouding my brain is still there, but in the middle of it is the conjured happiness. Marcellan looks like a god. His features stand out even brighter than I remember. His lips are so plump, I wish to kiss them. And the way his muscles tighten under the fabric of his shirt. I want to slide my hands down his happy trail.

Marcel told me, his powerful voice now sounded hot and sexy as he slid inside of me. "Zale, our pup shall be called and if it's a girl, Iris," I said to him as we kissed. I slowly rode him, feeling great heat and pleasure between my legs. Marcel's hands went to my hips helping me, moving me up and down against him. He paused and squeezed me down against him as he moved his mouth to my right ear. "You're only mine, Bella," he whispered in my ear. "Mark me," my voice quivered as I ordered him. "Mark me as your own," I pleaded.

Her crazy thoughts spiked and she grabbed her meager sanity nerves. Carina stood up and looked up at the slender goddess, who was much taller than her. She dug deep for composure and pretended she was wearing a real outfit instead of a gym outfit. "I understand," she said solemnly. "Gabby, I don't understand how you got through security?" Artistic curls fall over one shoulder. Gabriella searched and pressed something into Eric's palm. "You still have your own key and password. After you told me you were getting married, baby, it was a little difficult to accept."

Belle replied, "Both. He can't make it, and he doesn't want to either." Grayson was left speechless. He was about to say something when Belle's phone started ringing with a video call from Ginger. Belle took a moment to regain her composure before accepting the call and happily greeted Ginger. Ginger was visibly excited. "Belle! I just reached the Marl Islands. The scenery here is way too beautiful! Look!" She raised her phone to show Belle the nearby scenery through the video call. Belle said, "It's nice, but where's Gabriel?"

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

Along its edge, practically microscopic, there was a serial code: a string of letters and numbers. AG-001-α Anton jumped back as if electrocuted. The loupe fell from his eye and rattled onto the table. He stared at the chip, his face draining of all colour. “No,” he whispered. “That can’t be.” “What?” Sabe’s voice was sharp and his senses immediately on high alert. “What is it?”

She ended the call. I picked up the ammonite from the desk. I looked at it. The ancient spiral. The symbol for things more important than the system. Category eight. Stayed things. Things that were just here. I put it in my pocket. I went to tell Marisol. --- The warehouse at two PM. The machines running. The connecting passage fully operational. The materials moving through it. Marisol at her cutting table. She looked up when I came in. She looked at me. She assessed.

Vincenzo reached up to cup my cheeks, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss. The ballroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Under the witness of heavyweights from both the legal and illegal worlds, we completed the transfer of power and the forging of our marriage. I was no longer the weakling left to the mercy of Luca and Sophia's bullying. I was Elena Moretti. In this underground world filled with blood and violence, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.