Agent 4 Novels & Stories

“Give me your phone.” “Are you adding my contact information?” She handed it to me with unexpected excitement. Her phone background showed SpongeBob SquarePants. I glanced at it, added my contact information, and transferred money to her. “Is this enough for your grandma’s treatment? Do not do this again. Get dressed and leave.” When I came out after washing up, she was gone. I was about to leave when a small note on the table caught my eye. [My name is Jane Surrey, and I am glad I gave you my first time.]

Chapter Eight No! No! It's not him! He has a beautiful red eyes! "Damn. Who are you?! " He asked. "Shouldn't I be the one who's asking that? You're a freaking busybody! You'll pay for this but since you're curious, I'm the Agent 44. See you in hell! " I said and kick his groin. But again, he managed to avoid it. "So, you're the agent that our Commander is crazy for? " I heard him said. Commander? Crazy? What?!

His eyes narrowed at what I said. "Go straight to the point,” he said. "Fine. I am—No. We are the secret agents. And you can call me Agent Azy."

Aiden maneuvered through the bustling streets, his hands steady on the wheel while April dialed the agent's number, seeking directions. Her voice was calm, but a subtle tremor of anxiety underlined her words. The agent, named Marcus, quickly provided the details, guiding them toward the location of their new company. When they arrived, April’s eyes widened with joy. Aiden smiled, sharing in her excitement as they took in the sight of the sleek, modern building—their new venture. The possibilities seemed endless, and for a moment, April allowed herself to feel genuine happiness.

“Yоu’rе hарру tо solve аnоthеr hіgh-рrоfіlе ‘саtсh-а-сор-іn-thе-асt’ саѕе. It hаѕ nothing tо dо with April, dоеѕ іt?” Hе doesn’t ѕау a wоrd. Nоw I knоw іt’ѕ truе. Agent Jason Cooper hаѕ ambitions. Of соurѕе hе dоеѕ. It’s not аbоut ѕаvіng Aрrіl аt all.

Today was the first day Green titled as Langit personal assistant, from this day up to the next six months she should be able to control her emotions through Langit, because he was now her boss. In the early morning, Green's getting ready, before going to the college she should text Langit to tell the man his agenda. With speedy typing, Green typed something on her phone and then placed it in her bag. Green saw a reflection of herself in front of the mirror, this morning she determined to be Green with renewed strength, leaving all her wound and pain at the smallest part of her heart, for the next life's experiences and learning. Her wide smile proved that she was ready to start the day,

Buntu said from behind me, he moved past me and went towards Celine, "I'm sorry, it was my mistake " "What's going on here?" a voice said just as I opened my mouth to say something to Buntu, I stood transfixed as the owner of the voice came to stand beside Celine, my breath whooshed out, his stormy grey eyes with a rim of gold bored into mine and I forgot what I was about to say, I forgot even to breathe, "hot chocolate fudge, this guy is a hottie but why am I noticing his hotness? I'm supposed to only think of Kyle, he's my true crush but one look at him made all the memories of Kyle fly off the window, I was suddenly feeling so sweaty, "Aires, you're here" Celine turned to him and I tried

I add, my fingers trembling slightly. “Hold, please,” the agent says, and I wait, pacing slightly as the driver leans against his car, arms folded. After what feels like forever—but is really just two long seconds—he returns to the line. “Number 42 Vincent Lane?” he asks. I squint at the barely-there numbers on the wall. Damn it. “Yes,” I mutter reluctantly. The agent chuckles. “Then you’re in the right place, my dear. Enjoy,” he says and hangs up before I can protest further.

What do you need from me? - Nothing, young Alpha, but maybe I can help you. I look suspicious. What could a vampire do for me? - I know you want your mate to accept you. I can give you some ideas on how to get him. I chuckled. - Nobody can help me. If Angel doesn't accept me, I can't make him stay. He leaves tomorrow. - Agnes, my partner, managed to get him to postpone his departure for a week. That gives you a week to conquer him.