Agent 4 Novels & Stories

Even though they don’t remember me anymore, I am happy for them. “And that would happen if they want back to their lives,” Michael said “They will not remember that you help them or they cannot recognize you at all” She added while looking at me waiting for my reaction but I didn’t react to it because for me that is fine. If that is part of my task. I will accept it. “There is more to come, brace yourself” She reminded me. “Can you please snap a television?… I want to see what happened to the criminals” I asked her because Jackie didn’t know Ricardo and Lester anymore.

Agent Hernandez whispered to Amy as if he was a doctor. “I was inside a game,” Amy uttered her question through her weak voice, trying to remember. She stared at Agent Hernandez with some light returning to her. “I remember you. You’re my colleague and you’re not human. I make fun of you, calling you my little Astro Boy.” Amy smiled a little as she ran her slender fingers across Agent Hernandez’s chin.

A group of opponents entered their site without their knowledge. “How are you, General?” Agent Ghost inquired, walking towards the higher official. The fierce eyes of the girl meet the innocent yet bold look of the General. “I’m expecting you to be surprised,” she added while wearing a sweet smile. The agent is holding her M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle across her chest while looking intently at the General, alert that every moment, the General might fire at her.

He smiled “Pete took me to meet four guys who introduced themselves as Agent 34, Agent 27, Agent 41 and Agent 3. I asked them who they were, whether they were a government organization and how they would help me find my Angel? They told me that they are an independent organization that collaborates with different governments and non-government organizations. I had two options- Join them and if I qualify and choose to become a full-fledged member, they would tell me all about the organization or we could both take what we need and say good-bye. I didn’t want anything else so I told them that I didn’t want to join them." "They told me that I would have to underg

“Jaxon.” The fourth one lingered back a step, arms crossed, eyes like storm clouds locked on mine. He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. His low rumble carried anyway. “Rafe.” The names rolled over me like thunder. My wolf whimpered, tail curled high, desperate. My throat was dry, words scraping raw as I finally forced them out. “…Evelynn.” All four of them smiled. Different smiles - Calder’s slow and claiming, Maddox’s hungry, Jaxon’s wicked, Rafe’s unreadable. But every one of them made my stomach twist tighter.

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

A cool voice cut through the room. "Guess we've got different ideas of what 'team spirit' means." Every head turned. Hugh stood in the doorway in full Stormfang uniform, the white wolf patch gleaming under the lights. Two teammates flanked him as he walked onto the stage, calm and steady. "Evening. I'm Hugh Powell, Captain of the International Stormfang Rescue Team and lead commander of the recent operation." His eyes locked on Melvin. "Mr. Dunn, you're saying my sister handed over her sleeping bag willingly?"

Beside him, a younger female agent with red hair pulled into a tight bun held a runic tablet and looked at me as if I were a particularly unpleasant scientific experiment. "Sit down," ordered the older agent, pointing to the chair. I sat. "My name is Agent Thorne. This is Agent Reyes. I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer with clarity and brevity. No sarcasm. No irony. Understood?" "Understood," I replied, my voice neutral. Inside, the irony was already building up like poison in a gland. No irony. Clearly, he didn't know me very well. "And if I can't answer without irony?" added Reyes, eyes narrowed.

Then, surprisingly, he gave a small polite smile. “Good morning.” “Good morning,” I replied carefully. Without wasting time, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an identification card. He held it up properly for us to see. “I assume you must be Mrs. Elyra Hills,” he said. My stomach tightened slightly. “Yes?” The man nodded once. “I’m Agent Smith from the Department of Inland Revenue Services.” Jane immediately looked confused beside me. Agent Smith continued calmly. “We’d like to ask you some questions.”

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."