Commander Cody's Death Novels & Stories

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking

Prof Rose inquired of Commander if they had seen Prof May's phone. Commander stated that there was no phone other than hers. The strangest thing was that they didn't have a single drop of blood on them. Prof Rosaline inquired why this was thus. That, according to Commander, explains why they were killed for ritual purposes. He stated that even though police and medical personnel arrived to certify their deaths; he urged them to leave the bodies in the house until Prince arrived to examine them. Prof Rosaline inquired whether Commander and his officers had broken into the residence to check on Dr. Boat. No, we decided not to generate any tension, so we closed the door from the outside, making

The bandages stretched across her wound. “She doesn’t know the code! I can help you!” I yelled. “I can take the core to the Nest! Leave Sadira!” The second shock ended, but the silence that followed was far heavier. No gasping. No scream. Only total stillness. The cell door suddenly swung open with a metallic snap. The commander stood on the threshold, two armed soldiers behind him. Kain wasn’t there. The commander’s face was cold, but now it carried an expression—victory.

I knew this was my battle, and I was ready to fight it until death. I quickly studied my surroundings, my eyes wandering around for my team, and I sigh in relief as I see them. They are backing each other up while the processor and Esther are in the front line. They are fighting the skeletons, breaking their bones, and burning their pieces. Thank virtue, none of the wendigoes went for them. I could see Coven amidst the chaos. He was a one-man army. Left and right, he was killing Ryan's army. He was moving with unimaginable speed, his claws shredding the creatures into pieces. None of them could match his skills and power. At the other end of the battle stood Ryan, General Zod, and my mom. Th

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I ju

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

I lied, clutching around the spot where the sizeable glass shard stuck out with my palm. "They killed someone high up," Emeka informed me after some time had passed and immediately, my steps faltered. I was terrified of hearing anymore news on painful deaths by the hands of these men. It was already depressing that as we walked, I could see the lifeless bodies of colleagues I had known and fought beside for almost ten years. "Who?" I asked, dreading his next words. "The Commander."

I added eagerly. “Sorry, Boss, we did not get to do so. They all dropped dead before we reached their sides,” Cody answered apologetically. He even had his head down, gazing at his feet. I felt furious. “Why did you have to kill all of them?!” I groaned.

Nina received the shock of her life. “Cody is dead? What happened? Who killed him?” Nina queried. Jamal stared at her in confusion, didn’t she attempt to murder him? Why was she acting concerned? “Looks like you weren’t the only one that wanted him dead” he responded. “What happened to Cody?” “Judging from the burns he was electrocuted and then charred by the wild flames that erupted afterwards in his room… he’s burnt beyond recognition” he announced to her. “Cody died? How? We have children that idiot, how could he die like that?” She burst into tears.

“Poor fuck never woulda made it as a warrior.” “How do you know?” Liam prodded. “That he wouldn’t’a made it as a warrior?” he laughed dryly. “He bothered to turn up after the show was over, and somehow still managed to get himself killed.” I shivered at the vulgarity in which Cody referred to the loss of a life. It must come with the job, though. If he didn’t become numbed to it, he wouldn’t survive. I hoped I would never feel like that. “No. How do you know he died?”