Ruthless Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

"We need one final detail to solidify the illusion before we face the wolves waiting downstairs." Colm stepped forward and reached into the inner pocket of his bespoke suit to retrieve a small square velvet box. He held the item out toward his commanding boss with a grave expression that signaled the gravity of the situation. Gideon took the box and flicked the lid open to reveal a massive flawless diamond ring that sparkled with intimidating brilliance under the ambient lights.

It was a call from the villa! ‘Why the hell is Anna calling and disturbing me??’ --- Adrian was irritated and disconnected the call. He then turned towards Jims and Selina and said, “Terminate the rest of the three, warn the seven Mr Jims is suggesting and watch for a month!” “But Sir, the girl Emi..” Before Selina could talk further Adrian’s mobile again vibrated and this time he became furious and received the call snapping to the caller, “What the hell is your problem Anna??”

Theo The canvas of the strategy pavilion tore open under the physical force of the secondary blast. The world beyond the threshold was an ocean of screaming noise and burning black sky. The mechanical wail of our camp defenses had died, choked out by the heavy, invisible gravity of the Elders' suppression matrix. Every step I took toward the exit felt like wading through freezing wet lead; my inner wolf thrashed uselessly against the cage of my ribs, its hard-coded instincts paralyzed by the ancient, high-command sigils bleeding down from the mountain ridges.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

Is it because of the leftover drinks I kept on drinking while serving and cleaning the table? Aish, I can't stand up on my own. I still have a lot of work to do, why am I being careless again? "Rix, table 7!" "C-coming!" "Rix, table 9!" "Rix! You're barely reaching my call! what's happening to you?" It was madam glo. Her eyes were bewitching and scarier. I stood up straight and acted fine, hoping she wouldn't notice I reeked of alcohol.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

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for her brand. "You want to watch me, whoever you are?" she whispered to the empty room, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Then watch this." Downstairs, inside the car, a phone buzzed. A photo appeared on the screen, a grainy shot of Cali looking out her window, her face a mask of beautiful, icy rage. A thumb traced the curve of her jaw on the glass screen. “Perfect,” a voice murmured in the back of the car. “I love it when you fight, Cali baby.” The black Rolls Royce was a silent, moving vault.

Savaş hurt me… he hurt me badly so it's only fair that I hurt just as much, if not more. Game on, Dickhead!