Book Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

Calling me. The game is on.

Emma raised an eyebrow and abruptly released herself from his grip. "Just look at me," she took the intercom. "Dock, come up." Jamie furrowed his brow, and moments later, the tall and intimidating figure of Dock appeared, a smile on his face. "What do you need, Miss Spencer?" Jamie tensed up and then understood the reference to the "black code" that had been mentioned earlier. "I'll leave on my own, there's no need to use force for this." He knew he couldn't contend with Dock the mastodon, as he called him in his mind. Emma waited for Jamie to take out the suitcases and for the doorman to escort him out of the building.

“They are starting a war. Fuck!” ****************

Something that screams revenge, war, and bloodshed. "Call everyone."

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

Assistant: (Sitting on the HOD’s lap, twirling her fingers around his lips) “Honey, they said thirty minutes. If you don’t get a call in forty-five, we’ll call security to kick them out.” HOD: “When we kick them ” His phone rang, cutting him off. HOD: “Hello, Director… How have you been? You usually don’t call unless there’s a problem.” Director: “Yeah, there seems to be a problem.” HOD: “Talk to me, then. I can help, as usual.” Director: “The only way you can help me is if you’ve helped yourself, HOD.” HOD: “What do you mean?” Director: “You’ve been fired.”

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.