Agent A: Chapter 3 Code Novels & Stories

The CIA sent Caleb Doherty to infiltrate Devil’s Playground — Brighton Fall’s most powerful, most secretive, most untouchable establishment — with one objective. Find the killer hiding behind its gilded walls. The one they call The Devil. Get the job done, earn the mission he actually wants, and never look back. Simple enough for a man who graduated top of his class. What nobody accounted for was the green eyed boss who watches him from behind walls, who stands him up on the first day like Caleb isn’t worth his time, and who somehow finds his way into Caleb’s bedroom at night — touching him like he already owns him, calling him Princess like it isn’t a threat. Caleb has one rule. One. He does not bottom. Not for anyone. Not for any reason. Not even for the most dangerous entity in Brighton Falls who seems to have made breaking that rule his sole personal mission. Caleb needs this job. His real mission — finding the mob that took everything from him — depends on it. He can’t afford distractions. He can’t afford whatever this is. He especially can’t afford to beg. But Remy Templeton didn’t get to where he is by losing. And he wants Caleb on his knees.

My name is Oliver Blaese. I have an IQ of 145, a hacker's instincts, a mouth I can’t keep shut, and a list of men who shouldn’t be allowed to keep breathing. The courts won’t touch them. The press won’t do their jobs. So I find a Russian mercenary the size of a small building who runs the most lethal black-ops team in the world, and I make him an offer. He says yes. He also says other things. "On your knees." "Mine." Things in Russian he doesn’t bother to translate, that I look up later while bleeding from a cut he’s put his mouth on. Things I shouldn’t enjoy as much as I do. By the time the world is paying attention, the Syndicate is hunting us, my MI6 mother knows exactly what I’ve been doing, and Kirill is the only person who knows where every part of me lives. I don’t regret a single name. I don’t regret a single bullet. I definitely don’t regret him. MM dark romance. Heavy kink. Hard violence. Earned HEA.

Aria Blake has risen from the ashes of her past, leaving behind her old life - and the name Stacey Adams - for a fresh start filled with invisibility and art. No one knows the secrets she’s buried, and she intends to keep it that way. But when billionaire Killian Stone - ruthless, magnetic, and entirely off-limits steps into her world as the focus of her camera, he sees more than just a photographer behind the lens. He sees her. And he’s not the type to just walk away. Just as Aria dares believe in a future, the shadows of her past catch up to her. Buried secrets resurface, and dangerous players close in, threatening her reputation and Killian’s legacy. If the truth comes out, it won’t just ruin her. It could destroy him too. Can they survive the pull of love that threatens to override everything?

Special Agent Violet (sometimes Secret Agent Violet) is one of the FBI's best agents. She's very good at deducing people and observing things most people missed. She's socially inept with no friends. She's very dedicated and loves her work...so much. The word love is alien to her. Relationships were nothing for her. She just needs work, work, work, and work. Her heart was stone-cold. "Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress." She's a special agent. And she's Violet.

My mom was a brilliant programmer. She created an app called "Shake for Allowance." After my brother and I downloaded it, she told us, "From now on, this is how you'll get your living expenses. On the first of every month, just shake your phone. Whatever number you get is the amount you'll receive. "The range is from zero to ten thousand dollars." At first, I was excited. Every month, I shook my phone with anticipation. However, every time, the result was the same: 0 dollars. My brother, meanwhile, always landed the highest amount. "Wow, sis, your luck really sucks," he said. Even when he showed me the transfer record for ten thousand dollars, there was a smug smile on his face. When I confronted Mom, she brushed it off, saying my luck was bad and that no one else was to blame. With no other choice, I worked three part-time jobs just to support myself while studying. On the night before my final exams, I collapsed from exhaustion and died. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day my mom created the "Shake for Allowance" app.

Violetta is no stranger to the mafia underworld. She grew up in it alongside Nico, the man she fell in love with. Violetta's father promised her to Nico, and at one time, that was all she wanted. Now, she's a nurse working the night shift in the ER. The mafia is in her past until Anthony, freshly named Don of his family, comes to bulldoze her fantasy world of normal. Violetta discovers she was promised to Anthony as well. Now she is a pawn between two mafia kings who want her to be their queen.

“You chose them over me,” Jules whispered, her voice breaking as Adrian walked away, “and now I’m paying for both our choices.” The bro code was simple: teammates don't touch each other's sisters. Jules Rowan broke it anyway. Adrian Cross was supposed to be her brother's best friend, not hers. The brooding transfer student with eyes and secrets carved into his skin. He was off-limits in every way that mattered. But Jules was tired of being the perfect coach's daughter, so she pursued him. Seduced him and made him break every rule for her. One stolen kiss in the equipment room changed everything. Now her father won't speak her name, her brother wants Adrian's blood, and the entire campus treats her like a disease. She's broke, homeless, and friendless—the girl who destroyed a championship team for selfish love. But the cruelest cut isn't the public humiliation or family abandonment. It's watching Adrian look at her like she's his biggest regret. They say she's getting what she deserves for breaking the bro code. Maybe they're right. But some hearts are worth burning down the world for—even if you're the only one left standing in the ashes.

"System, I want to go home." The system responds to Tabitha Samson immediately. "Understood, Tabitha. Exit procedures are now activated. You'll be able to leave this world in half a month." Weirdly enough, the system, which has always followed its own programming, pauses for a few seconds. It soon brings up a question, its tone slightly confused. "You have a husband who dotes on you and a son who always takes your side, Tabitha. Isn't this your home? These people are your family, you know." The moment Tabitha hears the word "family", her gaze slowly fixes on the TV before her.

"Stay away from me!" He growled ferociously, so ferocious that it almost made my heart stop. Although I hesitated at first, I moved closer to him and lightly touched his arm. "I can't and won't leave you. Ever." My words made something in him snap, he pushed me against the wall and his silver eyes were looking straight at me. "Then why don't I show you why you should.” Nesta, a reckless and young she-wolf, got herself in a situation where she had to use her powers to save the world of werewolves. She was doing alright by herself but her world changed when she met him. The beast.

The company held a management meeting, and my husband's secretary was standing at the door, checking everyone's identity. Every person who entered the conference room was greeted with a bright smile—until it was my turn. Then came a derisive snort. I frowned and handed over my badge from the Cybersecurity Department, but he didn't even bother to look. "Skye, Mr. Fraser only pitied you enough to make you a manager. Don't tell me you actually think you're something special?" I didn't respond. Instead, I turned around and dialed the CEO's direct line. "Someone just said this position was yours to grant out of pity. Is that true?"