Ruthless Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

“Now listen to me good. I don't know who you are and I don't care what you want but I will advise you to do yourself a favor and get rid of that snitch beside you. He is not a soldier and has no loyal spirit.” “Also, I know you are Portuguese so I won't drag this for too long. You can't do anything to me. You can't find me so don't bother searching and if you think you would even live the next day to continue your search, you are wrong.” “Cause I am coming for you!” I said and ended the call instantly. “Get me a 100-man army. Tonight, we war. Every Portuguese we find, we kill. No one escapes. We are going to retaliate. We are going to bury them all!” I shouted at one of my men.

“ It only makes you look like a lunatic. Quiet the act, princess. You think this is a movie show right?” "You fucking asshole,” I yelled, my eyes blurred with my own tears. I couldn’t think twice as my hand met his face. I slapped him so hard that his head flew in the opposite direction. " Now you call me a lunatic? Aren’t you the one I should be calling that? You killed my husband, ordered your men to do whatever they wish with me and now what? You showed up like a demi-god.” Luciano didn’t reply to me nor did he utter any word. Instead he climbed down the podium and headed straight to the exit door of the room. That slap must have hurt his ego so much.

She closed her eyes and her finger roamed above the trigger before she placed hard on it, with a sob and realised a series of bullets at him. She could feel his blood splash all over her and the screams of people near by. Her eyes were still closed by the time she stopped and the gun slipped out of her hands landing on the floor with a loud sound. Her eyes slowly flew open and she stared at Valente Russo's dead body. His face unrecognizable and his chest had holes in it, she couldn't believe she had just done this. She took a step back almost tripping but someone held her, she looked up and her eyes fell on Davin before slowly she drifted in to the unconscious state.

“My friend, your husband, he’s not here to play Isabelle. Cut the game you are playing.” “The hell you are saying?” “The hell you are for fooling him. How was it?” He used a tone that is clearly mocking me. “Enjoying getting laid by him while drinking pills?” I mentally cursed him. How did he know? I left him in the garage without even answering his question. Does Isaak know I’m drinking pills? Maybe no. Yeah maybe he is still not aware of it. “Damn you, David!” I cursed after I slammed my fist in the wooden table inside of our bedroom.

That realization landed heavier than anger. Across the city, Ruth stood in front of a pharmacy window, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger. Pale. Bruised in places she couldn’t hide. But her eyes…. Still sharp… Still unbroken…. She pressed her palm against the glass, grounding herself, then pulled out her phone. Dozens of missed calls blinked on the screen. Unknown numbers…. Private lines….. She deleted them all without listening. Only one message remained unopened. From an unknown ID…. “You shouldn’t have walked away.”

Callum, a Grandmaster realm combatant, felt the crushing force and knew resistance was futile. "I... I was mistaken. I was rash and angered. Please, spare me!" Callum pleaded desperately, swallowing his pride to save face.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

Liya's screams echoed through the room, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, until Ruth's slap silenced her once more. I stared at Liya, my eyes wide with shock, her words striking a thought I've never cared to explore. "Are you seriously trying to justify your alpha's attempt to murder a defenseless newborn pup? That's a new low, even for you but it's not surprising since you roll with those disgusting rogues now,” Ruth sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Your low-profile, high-speed car is a beautiful coffin. Him saying that made me shiver as I looked away from him. “That’s… morbid. And silly. This isn’t a war zone.” “For you, it might as well be,” he said, never pulling his gaze from mine. “The people that want to hurt you aren’t playing by the rules of the game, Callum. They don’t give a rat’s ass about your job or your good heart if you had one, or the mommy you give to the poor or if you’re sick or healthy. They want you dead.”

"That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....." "Son of a bitch." I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth. Even if he is about to ruin my life, I thought of his mother and his dark past. But this man has zero compassion. "In deed,I am. So don't mind me acting like one." "You are a complete loser." "Call me one,doc, after I had gone bankrupt. I found a way before that happens." "By ruining my life? If I said no,you will expose Cayden's son?"