Code Geass Marrybell Novels & Stories

“One part is beneath the old Hartwell estate. The second is in the archives beneath Ashford Tower. The third… is inside the Protocol itself. Only someone connected to the bloodline can retrieve it.” Kiel leaned forward. “So even if we get the first two, Azariah must go back to the core to get the third.” “It is the only way,” Marcus said. “But be warned. Elara knows the code exists. She has been searching for it too. If you move, she will feel it. The moment you touch any of those locations, alarms will sound.”

"I came back because I decided I'd rather face whatever's coming on the right side of it. Even if the right side doesn't want me on it anymore." The room was quiet. Bella moved for the first time since she'd taken her position, stepping forward and pulling out the second chair and sitting across from Garrett with her arms resting on the table between them and the mark on her wrist visible and steady. "The object you returned to the courier," she said. "The one you didn't place. Think about it carefully. Was it the same as the one Elder Marsh was using, or was it different?" Garrett frowned slightly, accessing the memory. "Smaller. Flatter. The symbols were slightly different in arrangement."

Zeus' surprise was clear on his face, as was mine. "Philip, this is Gabrielle, my daughter. Gabrielle this is my good friend, Philip Style," my dad says. I try my best to give him a polite smile. Shit, it's true. I'm going to be engaged to the one and only Zeus Style, the school's heartless football captain, tonight. I was close to getting down on my knees and begging my dad not to make me marry him. I haven't even thought about having a relationship with someone especially him! He's cold-hearted, and heartless! I don't even know if he can talk, my life would be so boring.

“Trust me, I know more about Mr Phoenix Knight than any of you in this room." “Yeah, about that, where is this place and why did you bring us here? And Mr Knight's name is Phoenix Knight? That's literally a gangster name." AJ says. Ada walks around classily, her heels clicking on the ground and making an annoyingly pleasant noise just like it did when she came to save us from the assassin's. The look on her eyes is extremely scary, she looks like she has had enough of everything and would prove to everyone that she knows what she is doing.

Four years ago, Christian used a specific eight-digit code for everything—the coordinates of the chapel where we secretly married. My hand shook as I entered the digits. 0-4-1-2-1-9-9-6. Soft click. The steel door swung open. Inside, lying on velvet, was not paperwork or cash, but a small box. I lifted it, nearly dropping it from nerves, and opened the lid.

We all turn to see if she’s around, but she’s not there. Suspicious of the day’s events, I run back to Azazel’s apartment. Marael is not there. Mikhail and I come to a conclusion very quickly. “She was a decoy.” He cries out, enraged. Azazel arches a puzzled brow. “Who is Marael?” Mikhail explains quickly as we search the apartment for any clue. “Bloody hell, mate. We have to find them. Wait, how did she escape if the elevator is coded. No one can get in or out without the code.”

She didn’t need to pass on that little trait. Losing her original wasn’t as bad as she’d dreaded. She didn’t miss her own Bell’s song, having realized that Fallon could give her so much more than it ever could. It had been a beautiful creation, though, and special, and she missed it a little because of that. This Bell was going to serve a higher or lower, purpose. Rykarr had called it the ultimate assassin’s toy. It hadn’t taken much thought to realize he’d been right. Rain keyed the Bell and opened a portal to Azion’s private rooms. She’d found a way to tune it so she didn’t have be exactly where she wanted to open a portal and had walked by his place yesterday. Happily, he was alone at his

> "I always admired you, Mirabel. So precise. So... obedient." "I'm not here to play your games," she said, summoning a code key in her hand. > "But this is a game," he whispered. "And you're losing." The walls shimmered-turning into mirrored corridors, each reflecting broken pieces of memory. Sera's laughter. Elijah's voice. Bella's childhood tears. Mirabel sprinted through the maze, dodging spikes of corrupted code. --- Back in the villa, Bella paced while Xavier watched the monitors. Clara offered her a water bottle. "She'll come through. Mirabel's wired for resilience."

I understood what Elaine meant; she was telling me that I would have no further connection with the Leeman family after marriage. I sneered inwardly. Elaine was probably afraid that I would return home as a widow and become a burden after Samuel Garrett's sacrifice. I did not need such a family. The reform had just started. As long as I did not slack off, I could still make a living even without Samuel. I could not pick my partner, but I could aim to get the most out of the situation. "Mom, I can marry Samuel, but I want a bicycle, a sewing machine, a watch, and 200 dollars for my dowry."

"I ruined the cuff during the summit. Coffee. I'm changing. Don't be so dramatic." "I'll just... look at the market research then." "Stay there. I'll be out in a second." "Grant, wait. Go to the VTN ROOM. The code is 0825. Grab the healing salve from the table." "0825? That's still your code? It hasn't changed in years." "Just get the medicine, Reed."