Ruthless Call Of Duty Novels & Stories

Then she picked up her pen and added a new name to the Doctrine’s ledger. Alya Rhee – The One Who Spoke Anyway Back in the central command ring, Ruth approached Lena with a tablet in hand. “No new breaches. No active retaliation. But our allies are nervous.” Lena nodded. “They should be.” Ruth hesitated. “And you?” “I’m tired of asking for permission to tell the truth.” Ruth sighed. “You’re not wrong. But you’re still bleeding us.” “Better from a clean cut,” Lena said. “Than another infection.”

“Please…” “Please, what?” His voice was low, dangerous, patient. He wanted me to say it. To beg. I glared at him, breathing hard, fingers clutching at the leather beside me as another wave threatened to drown me. “You’re cruel.” Dominic chuckled, deep and satisfied, and the sound only twisted the knife further. He reached for his glass, taking a casual sip of champagne as if he wasn’t actively dismantling me. Then, without looking, his thumb hit the screen again. The vibrator kicked up to full strength, hard and unrelenting.

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

She stepped to the back of the van, then snatched the knife from my hand. “You high-ranking cowards,” she said bitterly. “None of you have the stomach for what needs to be done. That’s why the rogues will soon rule over all the kingdom. You lot will run crying away before you’d even stab someone.” There was a cold malice in Ruth’s eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. She’d shown love for her daughter before, and some patience for the rest of us, even if we annoyed her. But this was different. Her eyes now were those of a killer – frozen, detached.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

Me: I'm doing my assignment in Accounting. I bit my lower lip and waited for him to call himself. Maybe he's not doing anything now? I jumped at the sudden ringing of the cellphone. I thought it was Rustov, but my smile disappeared when I saw the name on the screen. I sighed and answered Kirk's call. "What is it, Kirk?" He chuckled. "What's with the mood, Drey? We were okay last time, ah?" "I'm doing something. You're disturbing me." "Well, the pain. I'm just disturbed?" he said in a low voice as if in pain.

Still, his voice cracked and sounded completely broken. "Oh shoot!..." I cursed under my breath. The words hissed out between my clenched teeth. My blood felt like boiling lava inside my veins. The drug pushed every bit of rage higher and hotter. "To hell with your shitty apology..I don't fucking need it, you worthless bastard!" My voice rose loud and vicious. It filled the entire booth. "He must be a new recruit, huh!" I picked up one of the pictures, swaying it violently in my hands. I waved it right in his face. The photo showed a man in handcuffs with airport security all around him.

Callum shoved him against a tall bookshelf, making volumes clatter to the floor. Leaning in, his breath hot against Richard's ear, Callum's voice was a venomous whisper meant only for him. "Mark this, Lupari. When the war begins, I will find you on that field. I don't care if Belinda has you dancing as her puppet. I don't need her approval." He pulled back, his blue eyes gleaming with a promise of personal vengeance. "I will see to it I kill you myself." Before Richard could mutter any word, Callum struck him across the temple. The world exploded into fragments of pain and dizzying darkness, the chilling threat the last thing he heard before unconsciousness swallowed him.

Nana stuttered, trying to make Emily change her mind. Nathan smirked, satisfied with Emily's impression. He sure has trained her well. Then off you go. I expect your return in 72 hours. Again, every lip went what? They murmured. Everyone was shocked because Wolf was the name of a cartel who is known in the wild world for his brutality, and just like Nathan, he was ruthless. He is an assassin. He is the only guy every rotten government calls to clean up their mess. In short, he is a dead man. No one has ever crossed his part to tell the story.