Novel & Cerita Call Of Duty Fanfiction

Outside the window, the moon continued its slow journey across the sky. And somewhere far away, in a cold prison cell, Callie lay unconscious on the stone floor, dreaming of fire and blood and a voice calling her name that she couldn't quite reach.

Fiona The door clicked closed behind me. The rigid plate of muscle under my fingertips flexed, and my wrists were firmly clamped by large hands and pulled away from the beautiful body I wanted to lick. A deep rich voice caused my blood to hum with delight. “Hold on there. Who are you?” The Call Boy held my arms out wide, and his warm honey gaze slowly and seductively glided downward, lingering at my breast and then hips. A whistle sounded smoothly into the air, and I shivered.

“You’ll pay for this. That’s a promise.” “I can hardly wait,” Callum drawled, smiling. “Do entertain me.” Chloe leaned in, her voice icy. “Together, we’re an army. Alone?” She paused, her eyes drilling into his. “You’re nothing, Callum. I see you, weak, begging for your eternal life to end.” Callum’s hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. She didn’t flinch, didn’t struggle. “Do it,” she hissed, her gaze locked on his. “I dare you.”

I cannot believe that even we are here in this situation I keep falling and falling for him. “I said who are you!? Do you wanna die?!” Mr. Fajardo shouted angrily. I blinked twice at that shout but Dark Hades remained serious and even more dangerous. I bit my lower lip when the gun pointing at him went back to my temple! Mr. Fajardo even held my nape harshly! I winced because of the pain I’m feeling. I saw how Dark Hades’ eyes darkened while watching.

Colette Smith (P.O.V.) I had just gotten a call from Callum. While it was sweet that he called because he was thinking about me, I thought it felt quite odd. Usually at this job, at this hour of the night, he does not have anything to do, so he usually lays on his office couch and plays multiple games on his phone. In between games, he would message me just to let me know what he is doing but he never calls. Callum is the type of person to text everything he wants to say because he is not confrontational, and texting is just easier for him.

Chapter 15: Tell me you want to be fucked. In the easy chair, a fountain of cum erupted from the lap of the Stalker. The sight of Kelly cumming under Julia's tender tortures had driven him right over the edge. So it came as quite a shock to him when he heard a click on his left and looked around to see the barrel of the biggest handgun he had ever seen staring back at him. "When they've finished," Michael told him, "I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out."

“God, I miss my phone. I’d reread the steamy parts right now. But experiencing them? Way better, even if this body’s got me horny 24/7.” The words tumble out in a hushed ramble, my playful side surfacing as I dissect the story like a fangirl forum post. “Ardyn’s possessiveness is spot-on, but Kaelen’s softer with me now. Is that because I’m not the real Cillian? Or am I rewriting their hearts?” I sigh, shifting, and wince at the lingering stretch in my ass. “Either way, if I don’t get back to my world, I’m stuck as the male lead in my favorite BL smut. Not the worst fate, but... who am I kidding? It’s awesome. Just gotta avoid the bad end where Cillian’s betrayed.”

Daniel raises an eyebrow in warning, "This little angel inside me? Now that it's just me you don't care? I'm just a pup incubator to you?" "Yes, Olivia, you're totally just a pup incubator," he replies with a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. His attitude has seriously been annoying me lately. "Fine! Then I'm going to fucking disappear!... for the rest of the weekend, of course," I add when I remember that Daniel forbade me from making threats about something I've done before, "I won't contact you at all! I will live my single girl fantasy." Daniel opens his mouth to reply, but Diory starts squeezing my breasts like she's starving and my nipples start leaking milk, staining my blue shirt. Da

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone. The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?" That voice—I knew it. It was Nina. Eighteen. Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love. I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?" She hesitated. "Who is this?" I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan