Book Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

"What are you reading?" I jumped a little and tried to close the book fast. "N-nothing. Just a book." He stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry. "Bullshit. Your cheeks are all red. Let me see." He grabbed the book from my hands before I could stop him. His eyes scanned the page and a smirk grew on his face. "Fuck, little sis. This is nasty stuff. You like reading about guys fingering tight pussies?" My face burned. I felt so embarrassed but also excited. "Alex, stop. We can't... this is wrong."

"You can't do this to me." Without thinking, Emory called Jaxon. The line went through and she waited, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. "Oh, come on, Jaxon. Pick up the bloody phone!" A faint rustle came through the receiver, followed by a greeting. "Hel—" "Jaxon, it's me. Emory," she interrupted sharply, skipping all formalities. "Emory Abernathy." A deliberate, melodic clearing of the throat followed. Then Jaxon finally spoke. "Hello, Emory. I didn't expect you to call me so late at night. Hmm, almost half past eleven? I'm sure you have something important to discuss with me."

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

Normal. I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the scent of old books and ancient knowledge hit my nasal holes. The room was filled with shelves, lined with volumes of books and dusty manuscripts. The air felt charged with anticipation, as if the room itself held the weight of generations past. I let my fingers slide along the spines of the books as my eyes scanned the titles until something caught my attention—a worn, leather-bound journal hidden among the others. Its pages were weathered and yellowed with time. It seemed like it had been preserved for literal ages and belonged to another time. It looked like a testament to the secrets of my family I had longed to uncover.

, One thing was sure she'd lost her damn mind, "Moira, Moira are you still there?!" Evelyn's voice rang out, jolting her out of her spiral into nothingness "Yeah, can I-, can I call you back later?!" She asked in a small voice "No need I'll be picking you up by eight, byeee!" "No don't-!"

he replied. "What?" Dylan's expression contorted. "Yes, dad. I don't believe you. You're just hyping yourself" Derek kept on laughing. Dylan chuckled. "Well, I don't expect you to believe me. You weren't there" he replied. "What game was that?" Derek asked. "Call of Duty. It's a game of champions. And I was the leader of those champions" Dylan smirked childishly. Derek found his expression funny and laughed again. "Well, we'll see, won't we?" he added in a challenging tone.

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

Stay brave. I loved you and I am sorry, Eric 2 Cups of Caramel Macchiato Eric: Hello, Eric: How are you? Eric: Why did you draw a big map? Irina: A map? Eric: Yes, map, in Call of Duty. Irina: Oh, I’m sorry. That wasn’t me, maybe that was Mallory. Eric: Oh, Irina: She is also using my F******k account on her mobile phone. I don’t play games.

(THE DARK QUEST) “ALLIAH.” The name that does represents the equivalent greatness from the prominent ones, but only stands towards the dark side and the opposite of heaven and good. She smiles as she is loving the thrill that this game is going, even though she is dragged into a different dimension, different stage, and like a detour unto the other world much more interesting than this one, HE calls. “The Call of Death.” Receiving a book that falls from nothingness above or even out of nowhere. She carefully looks at it with its neatness, sophistication, and art, reading the title and quickly scanning it in between that only made her fall into the deeper intriguing mystery where she notices.

"Okay." From that day on, every time I called him, he was buried in practice sets. He didn't stop, no matter the hour. The morning of the SAT, I got off my shift and saw a message from him.