Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 3 Nikolai Novels & Stories

Rylan stopped smiling. “That wasn’t a suggestion.” I said. “It was an observation.” He lifted his hands slightly in mock surrender. “I’m just saying – if she decides to leave, it won’t be clean.” “It never is.” I replied. Nikolai doesn’t sit. He never did. He stood near the door, arms crossed, dark eyes scanning the room, the corridor beyond, the vents above. Former Spetsnaz. Loyal in the way men become loyal after you save their life and then give them a reason to keep it.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

Nikolai interrupted, his face contorting with a primal rage. ​Nikolai didn't wait for an explanation. He didn't care about rules of engagement or Western politics. Elena was dying in a silent tower because of me. With a terrifying explosion of alpha speed, Nikolai leaped from the top of the thirty-foot fortress wall, landing heavily in the snow before me.

Without thinking twice, she matched towards the second girl who called her a motherless bitch. Just when she was about to slap the girl across her face, a strong masculine hand held hers. “ Let. Me. Go.” Nicki gritted her teeth, her eyes turning bloodshot with tears and anger. “ And if I don't?” A low hoarse voice came. “ Bastard! Let me go!” Nicki struggled out of his hold. “ I won't let you lay your stinking hands on my girlfriend.” The masculine voice came to view. He was looking like a Greek god with full lips, raven black hair, thick brows, chiselled jaw and delicate nose.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

The remaining three chased him closely. While Xavier was handling one the other made a strike on them again. “They hit us.” Juliet squealed on the phone. “Shit! Be patient. Don't panic. You are fine, Juliet. I am just five minutes away. Xavier will take care of you.” Nikolas hastily boosted her drowning morale. **** Few minutes ago… Nikolas checked his weapon in his ankle holster, then checked the CZ 75 Matte in his hip holster. Not like he really needed weapons. He was confident enough in his rank to know none of those fools out there would try anything stupid on him.

Natalia Morozova Before I could reach where Mikhail and his guards were, the guards were shot they dropped to the ground almost instantly one clutching his chest, the other collapsing to the wet pavement with a muffled gasp, the man who shot the guards was using a silent gun, of course they are going to be using that, so they won't grab peoples attention. Mikhail didn’t even flinch he was looking at his guards that were on the floor his head slightly tilted, he whispered something before he looked up at the armed men.

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

“I don’t do business with you,” Nikolai spat quickly, panic lacing his tone. “Talk to the Pakhan himself—or Mikhail Morozov! I have no dealings with you.” The man’s mouth twisted into a grin, but before he could speak again, a single shot cracked. His head snapped back, blood spraying as he crumpled to the concrete. Mikhail lowered his gun, stepping into view, his expression carved in stone. “Don’t tell me this is how you intend to lead the Bratva,” he growled, eyes flicking to his brother with contempt.