Unlocking The Keto Code Novels & Stories

~ELENA’S POV~ Max insists I put in the code, but I didn't understand his reasons. I mused, what if it was a secret door to somewhere, or it probably has confidential and important things in the room. Whatever was behind the door, I guess I'm about to find out. “The code is 32721401. Go ahead and punch in the code, Elena,” Max demanded. “Okay,” I paused for a moment, then moved towards the door. I put in the code, and the door unlocked.

Kazi turned his attention back to Baraka, raising the metal claw high. That brief distraction was all Patient Zero needed. Baraka’s eyes didn't just glow; they erupted. He didn't focus on pushing the three-ton boot off his chest. He focused his kinetic energy entirely on the black hydraulic fluid that was currently pooling around Kazi’s feet from the severed lines. "Kinetic ignition," Baraka whispered. He snapped his fingers. A single, concentrated spark of violet Star-Code energy dropped into the puddle of highly flammable, pressurized industrial lubricant.

Chain gone from sight. But really, KWS-05. KWS-05… It was a code, wasn’t it? There's a secret pathway at Oxygen, and most likely even more than that one i saw that day. This man was secretive, this had to be a code. It was a code of something. Or the short form of something, that then opened something, which opens another thing connected to him and- “Oh my God.”

I laughed a little. "First off, hey, I'm Mike. I would like to defend myself and say that I was all for us going with the heavy medal we normally play, but Jessie talked us into singing this lovey-dovey crap!" He put the microphone back, and the crowd went wild. Jessie nodded to the woman, and a picture appeared on the screen. My jaw dropped to the floor. It was a picture of Jessie and I kissing by his car at The Shack. What the actual fuck?

It fit with no problems, and he shut the door to make sure. “You have to give me your code. If I have to take off unexpectedly, and you’re not here, or I can’t get to you, I’ll need to be able to get it open.” Christian exhaled slowly through his nose. “Fine. It’s 07041776,” he said cautiously. “How am I going to remember that?” Cadence asked. “July fourth, seventeen-seventy-six,” Christian said, making sure the safe was locked and standing up. “Is that your birthday or something?” she asked.

I tried to concentrate, but my finger was throbbing. The Elder pulled out the large, thickly-paged book and thumbed through it to find his desired page before clearing his throat. "Do you, Caroline Blair, hereby declare, on oath, that you absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any pack which you have heretofore been a member?" He asked, reading from the book. "Yes," I answered. "Do you, Caroline Blair, so solemnly swear that you will uphold the codes of Pack Possente Lupo set forth by this council, its Alpha, its Beta, and its Gamma?"

he said. “This is the only way. Please just trust me. I can control it,” she replied. He nodded, resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen. “The override code to unshackle me is 711913 and I’ve reprogrammed the retinal sensor to recognize your eye too,” he reminded her.

she inquired. “Yeah. One of my friends passed it along to me,” Keith said. “It’s a members-only club. The code is the invitation.” He pulled the car to a stop outside the grocery store. “Just toss it. I’ll be right back.” He hurriedly took off his seat belt and dashed out of the car. Janet looked closely at the card, her brows deeply furrowed as she thought it over, before gently placing it in her purse.

He looked at the camera with bruised and bleeding face. "10-32... 10-33... 10-0... Code 3, silence 207... " our eyes widened. "Hey, what are those numbers? You counting already? No need, you'll die soon anyways! But we will play with you first!" "01000111... 01110010 01100101 01100101 01100011 01100101... " Shit. He knows how to code!? "He's in Greece." I said followed by a yawn. I shake my head. You just woke up, self. You're sleepy again?

His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, isolating the process. The moment he opened the file, his expression hardened. “Elara.” She glanced back immediately. “That tone sounds bad.” “It is.” “What kind of bad?” Dominic rotated the screen slightly so she could see. Lines of encrypted code were multiplying across the display, replicating themselves through different layers of the system architecture. At the center of it all was a name embedded in the file header. KESSLER_PROTOCOL Elara stared at the screen. “That can’t be good.” “No.” Dominic typed another command.