Sweaty Cod Names Generator Novels & Stories

“Maybe we should come up with a code name for him or something.” Kyla giggles deviously. “Ooh, I like that idea. How about… the nine-inch wonder?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows. I reach over to slap her arm, the sound amplified by the water on our skin and the echo of the shower room. I can’t help but laugh, though- her comments always kill me. “How about… the cowboy?” I wink. Kyla furrows her brow in confusion. “I don’t get it.” I hold up a hand, wiggling my index and middle fingers. “Fastest fingers in the west.”

I sigh, a little embarrassed, “Codger.” “What?” he asks, confused, spinning to me. “What’s Codger?” “Your couple name,” I say, sighing and pressing the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. “A mix between Cora and Rodger.” “Codger?!” “It was that or Rora.” “Oh my god,” he murmurs, putting his forehead in his hand and taking a deep breath. “You guys talk about it enough that it has a nickname?”

Reid was astonished that Canary and Sin are pretty badass in their own right. After a while Isaiah also joined in, complaining about Canary and Sin. Which made all of us laugh. Clearly, those two have frustrated the hell out of him. “Bro, maybe they have a crush on you.” Adrian said. “Crush, hell. Kaia and Sinclair are a pain in my ass.” He huffed. “Kaia and Sinclair?” Adrian said. I speak up, “Yeah, Kaia’s codename is Canary and Sinclair’s codename is Sin, short for her actual name.”

“So maybe crime life isn’t for me, but I have great ideas, and you’re good with the logical stuff.” “I am also your getaway driver.” “The bandits of revenge!” “That’s the best you can come up with?” “What will our code names be?” I ignored his jab. He shrugged, “Stretch and short stack? s&s has a nice ring to it.” “How about shithead and sexy mistress of mischief.” “How about no.” “Fun killer.” “That’s better.” My phone started to ring and I fished it out. A glance told me that it was Myra calling and I silenced it, letting the call drop to voicemail like it usually did.

Every cell in my body screamed with pleasure as I caught myself in a sensory overload. Kent could never come close to this. Harry looked like he could go on forever. “Engage! Hold it!” Harry commanded. My knees were failing me as my body wept with sweat. “Uh… Ahhh…. Yes…” Breathless moans escaped my lips. Harry unzipped his fly and pulled out his thing. A burning prickle clung to my skin, and my body went numb. We were at the gym, not some private club. The nerve of Harry!

'What's the code? 'I'm thinking.' I'm also in deep thought. Code that was easy for me and the warriors to remember. My mind wanders, thinking about various kinds of words. My eyes widened, and I snapped my fingers. 'What if the code is LavRon?' Tayron needed time to think. 'LavRon?' Tayron must be confused and unable to guess. I grunt. Taylor sucks. 'That stands for our name, Lavanya Tayron!' I'm sure Tayron had a huge smile there. 'Okay, okay. I like the code. Ah, I mean, I like our names combined.'

Chapter 22 – Group chat (everyone's account handles Niklaus - Demon King «DK» Alexis - Sexy Boss Lady «SBL» Zarah - Golden Goddess «GG» Emma - Sexy Chef «SC» Zain - Alpha «A» Taylor - Angelbaby «AB» Zelina - Pink «P» Raven - Sexy God «SG» Catherine - Tech Goddess «TG» Mason - IceKing «IK» Reign - Principal Stevens «PS»)

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

“The world is your oyster, Cloe. Nothing would surprise me.” “We could give ourselves a cool funky name. Clo-Ren, it’s a bit like a hat trick, no? Three in a row. That could be us.” She laughed. “You’d have to join then, though.” “Unlikely.” I smiled down at her. “Anyway, Soren would want something abstract. Indigo Trout or some crap like that. You know what he’s like. Any excuse for a hip rebrand.” “I like Clo-Ren.” “So do I,” I said, and tipped her face up to mine.