Code Prime Fanfic Novels & Stories

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”

Edmund rolled his eyes, “Those two are Gamma Elise, the chef, and Beta Geneda, Alpha’s personal assistant.” Liora itched to tell Thaddeus to bring her back, but there was no way she would let these wolves take her for a laughingstock. Alpha wanted a maid? Fine. She would be the best damn maid he’d ever seen– and right after that, she would be the maid- the omega that left his pack in the dust of her escape.

Kade’s POV The facility shook again, harder this time. Red emergency lights strobed across the hallway like blood pulsing through veins. Unit Prime’s grip on my throat loosened for a split second as it tilted its head, listening to something only it could hear. “Forsaken protocol, unauthorized.” I drove my knee into its gut and shoved it back. “Sounds like your masters are eating each other. How does that feel, you lab-grown freak?” Prime smiled, black blood dripping from its mouth. “It feels efficient. One problem takes the other one away.”

—A little tease, the Primordial family reuniting —Don't forget to vote and give gifts. This chapter's soundtrack is I like the way you kiss me by Artemas.... That song is addictive. Anyways, till next chapter byeee!!

His body stiffens, but he doesn’t move my hand. “Really? I look like your first female sex fantasy.” Priest nods, his gaze returning to the windshield. “Oh yeah. Her name is Delilah “Sweet” Amorosa. We jacked off to fantasies of her for years. She was our ultimate fantasy from the moment we hit puberty.”

Tell me about everything. "You don't hate me for what I've done?" Her tone is incredulous. I stared at her quizzically. "Why would I hate you? You haven't done anything to me. " "I'm pregnant with the child of the Prime Alpha's best friend. That's cause for hate. " I take a seat on the couch and pat the spot next to me. "And I'm dating the Prime Alpha himself. What's your point? "

Primo closed his eyes as he felt my fingers on his face. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luna.” He said. I didn’t listen. I continued to trail my fingers along the edges of his face. I decided to trail my fingers down his neck and onto his chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, that’s how he always was when it was time to sleep. I could feel the scars on his chest as well as his muscles. They weren’t insanely big but they were enough to make a woman swoon. I suddenly felt Primo’s hands go lower down my back. His eyes were still closed but I knew he was down to play. I teased him more by moving my hand lower and lower down his body until I could feel the hem of his sweatpants. I felt him twitch

The moment she mentioned the name, Lily couldn’t help but to feel intrigued–after all, she was a self-proclaimed number one shipper of this great doctor and that mafia boss! “You sound so happy. What is it, Mi amore?” Primo asked with a smile as he raised his legs on the free space of the sofa with his computer on his lap. He tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, so he could use both of his hands typing on the keyboard.

As I type in (405) a list of names from our area code begin to pop up. 'Jonas' 'Sammy V' 'Nate' 'D-Rick' 'Drea' '#1 fan' 'Nina- Amber's friend' 'Brando' My eyebrows begin to furrow in confusion as I read the list of names. Why the fuck does he still have Andrea and Nina's number? I honestly still can't even believe that he fucked my childhood best friend. And who the fuck is # 1 fan? I instantly click on the contact name labeled #1 fan before going into their messages. An entire thread from two years ago comes up of consistent conversation. I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention.

I can feel the heat of their bodies, but the air between us feels like a barrier I need to smash. "Please," I rasp. My voice is wrecked. "Please, I need... I’m so empty." Prime chuckles. It is a dark, cruel sound. He walks up to me until his chest is inches from my nose. He smells of cedar, smoke, and raw male power. He reaches out, but he doesn't touch my skin. He just holds his hand near my face, letting me smell the musk on his skin. "You want this, Omega?" Prime asks. "You want to be the pack’s whore tonight? You want us to fill every hole until you can’t remember your own name?"