Codename Novels & Stories

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

But whoever it was, I guess I’m thankful that they did throw this heavy metal lighter in here. Examining the zippo lighter in my hand whilst walking back further in the dark cave – it was a new lighter. It was still shiny and from the weight of it, it still has fluids. I turned it around and there was one letter engraved on it – a knife was probably used to engrave the letter in the zippo lighter. C.

Shanaya was standing leaning against the wall, looking outside at the lawn full of people from the window when she heard Vansh" Code 'Red'." Code 'Red' was a code invented by them in which they could share or say anything to each other without telling the person name or asking for more information. Whatever a person wanted to speak, the other listens without judgement and questions. Laughing genuinely, she turned her attention to Vansh and smiled at him. "The girl I like seems to like me too. But, she does not say it clearly." looking outside the window, standing beside her, Vansh spoke while crossing his arm around his chest.

' Hadrian raised an eyebrow at that, that may be why the Swiss mercenaries agreed to work for Alexia in the first place. 'I take it your client told you that?’ 'Maybe, maybe not? I tend to be quiet about my clientele.' The mercenary answered and looked around to see his forces retreating and losing. He smirked again, he thought that Hadrian had played him. It was a cruel way to lose a battle, his enemy knew they were powerful enough and drove them to a corner at the last minute. Still, he kept his code of honor and never will tell Hadrian who his client is. 'The names of my clients will have to go with me to the grave, "Your Majesty".'

I clicked on one if the search results. 'Xavier and Xander Anderson, otherwise known as Anderson brothers. They aren't twins as people think they are, but immediate brothers. Final year students in the prestigious Ambrose high school, with their mom late and dad a successful business tycoon," the report read. They don't have a mum?? That puts us on the same page then.

Some of them took it to ease the pain after the injuries they had suffered; others had developed the habit of using the tincture on regular basis and mixed it with anything. Oliver didn't even want to think what else was in there. He clenched the glass with his hand, threatening to break the delicate crystal. Cian patted heavily on the floor and nudged him with his nose. "His name means enduring and distant, by the way. " He heard Callum say "There's a tale?" Oliver approached, placing the glass back on the table. "It says Cian was betrayed. Hah, not much of a surprise so far, right?"

The code was signed. Good coding is a lot like a gorgeous piece of art. The artist wants to sign the piece so that no one else can take credit for it. The coding was elegant and refined and the creator signed it. I wasn’t sure if it was habit or if he was so sure of himself that he didn’t think it would ever be found. But someone messed up. Maybe they thought they had more time since Nicco was out of the country. Maybe they forgot. For whatever reason, it was still in the system, and it was signed.

he added casually, looking at his fingernails, like he didn’t just drop a crazy important detail on us. “Well, then, tell us!” I demanded. “Take me with you,” he demanded back. I gritted my teeth and stared him down, but he just stared right back, unaffected by my demeanor. “He’s growling again,” Reid stage whispered, and Nolan snorted but tried to cover it with his hand. “Fine,” I hissed out between my teeth. “What’s the code?” He grinned in triumph. “It’s 59226.” “Why?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

"Joyce!" The girl's face lit up instantly. She looked toward the voice and shouted, "Daddy, Mommy's back!" The man froze when he saw Tabitha. "Tabitha?" She studied the stranger, trying to place him, but came up empty. Her memories in this world stopped ten years ago. Even if she had known him before, ten years apart had blurred those memories beyond recognition. The man caught her blank expression and was somewhat disappointed. He reintroduced himself. "It's been a while. I'm Victor Gardner, two years ahead of you in college. We were in the same club, remember?"

We’re going to rip Scott’s shadow empire down to the studs. Hours bleed into one another. The warehouse grows colder as the night drags on, the ambient temperature dropping until my fingers feel stiff over the keys. The blue glare of the monitors burns my eyes, the harsh light scraping against my corneas like sandpaper, but I don't stop typing. I hit a snag in the code. A nested loop fails to execute, returning a massive block of red error text across my command terminal. I let out a harsh, frustrated breath, dragging both hands down my face.