Code Red Novels & Stories

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

His wolf gave way, allowing him to communicate with Ryan this time around. “Code red, code red!"

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Jason' voice is golden, warm and sweet like the most exquisite honey, and Ammy knows already that she'll miss this during play, but she stubbornly shakes her head. "I want to do this." Jason and Sebestian share a look, before Sebestian gets up and walks towards Ammy to push the leather jacket from her shoulders once he's standing in front of her. "Do you remember your safe code?" Ammy nods. "Green means everything is okay and you can keep going. Yellow means I'm getting uncomfortable and need you to slow things down. And red means instantly stopping the session." "Very good. And your non-verbal code?" "Tapping one time means I'm okay. Two times means that it's starting to go too far. And thr

Lucien watched Noah's chest rise and fall, anticipation etching lines of need on his face. “Remember the color code?” Noah nodded, voice steady. “Yes, Sir.” “Let me know when you reach Red.” “Yes, Sir.” Lucien leaned back, exhaling smoke, and tilted the candle. The first drop of red wax fell onto Noah's shoulder, sizzling against skin. Noah winced, a sharp hiss escaping his lips, body jerking slightly but holding position. “Good boy,” Lucien murmured, praise laced with smoke. “Taking it so prettily for me.”

Alpha Black had crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes riveted on Harry's face. Beneath the redhead's thin, closed eyelids, Black could see the eye movements that confirmed the Red Moon Alpha's return to life. "What... what happened?" whispered Jason, staggering closer to the body of his pack leader. He placed a hand over the redhead and waited a moment. The healer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the red wolf's presence beneath his fingers. He looked up at Black, hands trembling, and murmured an emotional thank-you.

I wondered how long I had been asleep. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s the first I’ve slept in days.” He stood there, staring down at the fire, and his smile slowly faded as he seemed to become lost in his thoughts. As he looked into the flames, his face was lit with a warm glow, making him look even more attractive, if that were possible. His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as I watched him, they changed color to a light green. I sat up straighter, and saw that my glass of red wine was still full. I took a sip, and it warmed me. I hadn’t eaten in a while, and it went right to my head. I saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and I remembered my manners.

Since have been working here for the past couple of months have never heard the sound of the current buzzer being used. I glance up through the glass doors and I could see red lights flash overhead, bathing the walls in a sick, pulsing red glow. The intercom crackles, the sounds emitting from it distorted and urgent. “CODE RED! CODE RED!. All units respond.”A voice finally cut through in panic and my stomach drops so hard I suddenly feel dizzy. Code Red? I remember reading the handbook that had been given to me by the warden. Code red is the highest level of violenc

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.”

Saturday morning, I was alone in the production facility reviewing color corrections. I was attempting to do this work solo, which was stupid, because Eli and I had built this campaign together and making decisions about it separately was compromising the quality. But I was trying to maintain professional distance because I was terrified of pushing him further away. By noon, I admitted the approach wasn't working. I called Eli. "We need to do the final color review together," I said without preamble. "I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective."