𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 | Call of Duty | John Price
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  • Reads 22,166
  • Votes 895
  • Parts 48
  • Time 6h 7m
Complete, First published Mar 29, 2023
Mature
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Daisy Penelope Bloom, a young American woman living in Liverpool, Britain, across from her best friend Melody Price. Mel's father, John Price, has been away on a year long mission. When he returns, he finds his daughter all grown up, and his daughter's best friend a lot more interesting than he had remembered. (Not that he thought about her, or anything.)

⚠︎︎ on a chapter can mean smut, mentions of sex, abuse/sexual abuse, or any other mature topic. You have been warned.

Not a slow burn.
Short chapters.
Mostly John and Daisy.
Smut.
Age-Gap.
Psycho Ex-Boyfriend.
Sexual Assault.
Stalking.
Kidnapping.
Murder.
Lots of other stuff.
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𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺.

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