Moshi Moshi Codes Novels & Stories

Hearing my phone beeped, I hid under the blanket and read Khloe's message. From: Klo-eeeh 🔥🎆 I'm impatiently waiting... I clamped my lips inward then peeked out to check on my friends. I sent her a message telling her that I should wait for a while to make sure they were already sleeping. While waiting, curiosity still got the best of me so I immediately looked into the search engine and typed the code. The result was still rather puzzling to my dismay. The code was from the song 'Make a Move' by Incubus.

**** [Note:] Hi guys! If ever one of you here is already reading this, I want to tell you that it's not yet the end but the beginning of the end. It means, book 1 of Code Series is now meeting its end and we'll finally turn the page into finding the truths behind all lies, the answer to all of your questions. Sadly, I need to finish this here and we'll see you guys in the next book! Before I left it here like this, I want to inform you that all unanswered queries and mysteries will be answered in the next book. Thank you! Cie, Love lots!

“You and Wes aren’t the only ones who can have adult jobs.” “Right. But we are the only ones who know the details on the Batmobile. I wish I could show you the new developments.” Quinn bites her lip like she’s thinking. “Well, maybe I can. I have a few seconds of footage I recorded on my phone. We have cell-scramblers all over the place, but I know the codes to get around it. Still, the footage is a little fuzzy.” Quinn gets her phone from her purse. “I don’t know…I really shouldn’t.”

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

Dolly excitedly gave Tresh a thumbs up, signalling him to start singing to let the bridesmaids and the bride in. Tresh, taking the cue from his mother moved forward and sang the romantic song he composed especially for his brother’s wedding, the words and his voice melting the hearts in the chapel. Daisy, Becky’s younger sister was the first to walk in. She had a huge smile on her face and could not hide the joy she felt for her older sister who raised, loved and sacrificed a lot for her and her brother. Behind Daisy was one of Becky’s friend from university. Then came Tanya, the current Miss Asherway whose beauty got heads turning. Becky and Tanya who were once fellow models under Blaze, we

"Code for the box." We bent down to it immediately. I typed. "3,2,5,4. and...enter." We waited for a moment. A click sounding out soon after, smiles spreading on our faces, but right then, it beeped. Loud. "Wrong code." Eliot read the words on the surface. "Wow, this is going to be harder than it looks." I said,

We waited, my heart beating loudly in my chest for the time. “Okay! The thirty second is up. I'll be getting the new code soon.” I looked at my wait, counting the seconds. Mia was pressed up against the glass, staring out and waiting patiently with me. “Twenty more seconds, Black. We need that code anyway.” “Boss, I'm working as fast as I can. I'll have it…now! 233496!” My hands shook as I imputed the code into the lock, the uncertainty wavering in my mind. What if it didn't work? What if he missed a number?

The child in his presence was getting to him. “It's a six-digit code and it’s 367129,” he said and Aria chuckled knowing he was lying. “Come on, Mutiso. Give me the fucking code,” she said and stood up. How the hell did she know that was a lie? He sighed and decided to give in. “It's 190612.” “Year 1906 and the 12th month?” Aria asked as she turned to him and he nodded. That was correct, she knew how codes like these were. It's mostly the combination of a year and a month so when he called random numbers, she figured he was wrong.

Mhorein opened the notebook and scanned every page. "It's... Emp-" She stopped at one page and examined it. "It's a code." I stood beside her and looked at the page. I... Understood nothing. "Qgi qukk ubgweur rgw rgeibw biq rgpr rgw vkiis ua fibr?" -Acros"

“Enter that on the keypad—exactly.” Artemis’s fingers flew over the miniature buttons, the muscle memory of typing long commands kicking in. When the device chirped in acceptance, she allowed herself a small grin. This was surprisingly...Fun “Foxtrot-42 accepted.” “Good. Now the handshake,” Quinn continued. She demonstrated pressing an icon on the side-mounted touchscreen. “Speak the code: ‘Signal live. Handshake Alpha-Echo-Three-Nine.’ Then hit send.”