Agent 4 X Marie Novels & Stories

Maria explained. "Are you sure of all this timing?" Asked Charles, his face is very serious. "Yes. I've been studying it for a very long time ... he likes changing impromptu shifts and this is the hour. " Maria explained, she did tell the right time and place to enter Marco's pack. What Charles doesn't know is… she purposely leaked this blueprint to one of Marco's spies. Yes… Maria knows that a laundry employee often eavesdrops. She is indeed a werewolf and she knows that someone is standing silently behind the wall of her room. She deliberately allowed the spies ... because Maria had a different goal than Charles. Yesterday afternoon… she deliberately and casually explained everything in th

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

"You brought me here against my will. You’ve surrounded me with men who look at me like I’m a piece of evidence. You’ve put me in a room that feels like a tomb for a girl you used to know. Tell me, Astance, where is the part where I get to be a human being? Where is the part where I get to decide where I sleep and who I talk to?" Astance leaned back, his eyes searching mine. The silence stretched between us, filled only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. "You are free to walk out of those gates whenever you wish," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. "I told you that last night. But you know as well as I do that there are three Thorne hit-squads currently pinging every c

* * * Xeenalah's POV "This is agent 44, over! We've got the painting! Proceed to the plan! " I said on the other line. I took a glance at Agent 66. He's making a rest. I made a face. We didn't even reach a minute of walk because of him. But, I still admire how good his combat skills. He's also leaning on the wall. I made a hum.

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.

Alice cleared her throat in an effort to pull their attention back to the fact that she was still present, an effort that worked like a charm. " Umm sorry, this is Alice, you already met, just that she had been unconscious, " he spoke looking at Alice who stared back, " Alice meet Susan, she's an ex CSS agent, " he said and looked up at Susan before continuing to say " and an old friend of mine " But Sus chuckled at his last sentence and replied " oh am sure we were more than just friends Sunday, " a smile relaxed on her lips, before she extended a hand to Alice.

Freya informed her with a slight smile. Marie tilted her neck to the right while staring at Freya like she was trying to comprehend if that's what she truly came for. “Okay! You're welcome here, and I promise you, you're going to have the best vacation ever.” Marie assured her with a wide smile that revealed the red thin line given to her as a lip. Freya gulped down her saliva knowing what kind of robot it is, but she decided not to act shaken or anything. “Thank you.” She appreciated her and stepped into the house.

“I know I don’t need to be affected by any of it. None of those rumors about the two of us are even true. That witch Marie is just jealous. She can’t stand that I look better than her—” A lie. And she knew it. But what was she supposed to do? Admit the truth—that the gossip was bothering her, that she was losing sleep over it? It’s not like her oh-so-powerful boss was going to defend her anyway. This was his house. What did he care? “You don’t need to tear someone else down in front of me to prove your point,” Xavier said coldly, cutting her off. “I think I’ve made myself clear. As my personal maid, I expect perfection. No excuses. If you want to keep this job, do it right.”

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”

Vega added. " Have you seen the First founder?" Amaria inquired. " No one has come in contact with the First Founder, so I'm not sure." Vega responded. "Jareth, Evera and I will look for more clues; you guys should return," Vega said. "No, we want to help," Amaria said, folding her arms. "I think you should go back, your friend doesn't look too well,"Jareth said, pointing to Teresa. Her skin had turned completely pale, and she could barely stand.