Call Of Duty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to thank me, Callie. You know I enjoy ripping things apart second only to as much I enjoy being with you.” “The couple that slays demons together…” I start and laugh, trying to cover up my nerves. I downplayed this the entire way here. Rats turning into demonic dogs from Hell? We can handle that. Demonic dogs from Hell merging into one giant hellhound? Been there, done that. We got this. Right? Right…

] Her wording was sharp and aggressive. I could practically imagine Rita smashing the room apart in fury after reading it. Sure enough, the very next second, Rita—completely out of character—lost control and replied publicly: [Dr. Faith Heyes, I know you've been coveting Dr. Kevin Miller for a long time. But he's rejected you countless times. If you have even a shred of dignity, stop having delusional fantasies online!] Suddenly, my phone rang. I fumbled hurriedly and answered. On the other end, Rita's voice trembled with barely restrained excitement.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

"Give it to me. Fill me up deep. I need to feel you thrust hard." The tension built fast. We could hear laughter right outside the door. My heart pounded with suspense. Someone might walk in any second. But that only made me hotter. I freed his thick cock from his pants. It was rock hard, throbbing in my hand. "Look how big you are. All for me. Fuck your stepdaughter right here while Mom celebrates." Daniel lifted me up, my legs wrapping tight around his waist. He pinned me to the wall, strong arms holding me easy. "You dirty little thing. Talking like that makes me lose control."

Maybe he’ll be able to call with her soon. I text Callie, knowing she will either bring me clarity or make me laugh. “So my cousin wants me to be Jagger’s mate and come back to White Fang.” By the time I’ve put the linens in the closet, she’s responded with a simple message. “Respectfully, FUCK HIM. That asshat left you behind. Now you got a hotter alpha.” I smile at my phone. Leave it to Callie to always put me in a better mood.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >