Book Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

I jokingly say. "With pleasure." That is not Oliver's voice. I look up to find Quinn glaring at me, on his hand he's holding the book I was reading earlier, The Great Gatsby.

Isis said back, judging me. "They're white and I don't care about your opinion so shoo" I said and closed our link. I looked fine! I marched out of my room and into Callan's after I grabbed my phone. "Callan" I whined as soon as I entered his room. He was standing in front of the floor-length mirror inside his walk-in-closet. He was wearing a black button up shirt with black dress pants. His outfit reminded me of the outfit he was wearing on his birthday....

Malakai The drive back from the abandoned Cathedral was dead silent. I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, my obsidian mask resting on the leather seat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of the city bleeding through the downpour. My hands were steady, but my mind was an absolute battlefield. Vesper. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, automatically rolling a cigarette between my fingers before bringing the flame to the tip. The acrid, burning smoke hit my lungs, harsh and heavy.