Agent Jones Novels & Stories

After the statement made by Storm, silence engulfed the room, with only the sound of Storm taking a puff audible. "Fine, let's do it." I said, extending my hand for a shake. "That is what I am talking about.You don't have anything to worry about. Jaxon would be history like every other target of mine " Storm took the handshake with a smile. As I was leaving the room, I was content that Jaxon would be history. Storm was a swift assassin and was most likely on his mission. *** Jaxon POV Meanwhile, I was heading back home from work in the middle of the night. I had stayed to sort out several documents that had been brought before my desk because of deadlines. My phone began to ring

“This is where humans live. We must be careful when asking questions. If they shut down, we won't know anything. Perhaps it’s best if I handle these conversations, I know how to extract information efficiently from people.” As they stepped out of the car and circled around the hangar, they noticed a man standing with his hands on his hips, examining several packages wrapped in plastic on the ground. They walked to him, all with their face masks on, avoiding recognition. Jones initiated the conversation. "Sir, I'm Jonas, and these are my friends. We’re searching for this lady's daughter and her husband." Elyon let out a quiet growl at Alex’s mention of Becca’s husband, thankfully, it went unn

We have 350 warriors, 150 cadets, and many civilians who train to be able to defend themselves. - Dad, 12 years ago, when Angel's mother died in that rogue attack, we never managed to find out the reason for such an attack, nor who led such an attack. Do you think it's possible it was Jackson? My dad looks at me with a look I can't quite place. He looks at the phone and then back at me. He picks up the phone and calls someone. - Julian, it's time to activate the plan. – I hear my father say to his PA.

Oliver is still sitting back in his chair, smirking, with his arms folded across his chest and puts his feet up on the table, looking so fucking relaxed. “Are you leaving?” Jace asks, and I can tell he’s still furious but has toned it down with Oliver, considering the last few weeks we have both been through shit and somewhat working together to sort this stuff out. “Nah, I’ll just stay and make sure you don’t kill the fucker, ” he chuckles, nodding toward Jones, who is still seated at the head of the table. Jones is white as a sheet, shaking violently, I can sense his wolf wanting to come forward, but with both Oliver and me here, he didn’t fucking stand a chance.

he quipped. “No, no,” he immediately placated. “I’m certain. He was our latest recruit.” “What happened to Jones?” Jones was usually the one that serviced the car and if need be, take it down to the garage. “His daughter had just put to bed. So he took a leave of absence.” Charles replied. He nodded. “Do you have the details of this Tiger?”

I grinned to myself and focused on the road. "Miss Rivera. This is agent Felix Cash, it's his first night on duty. Since you're the best we have, we deemed it suitable for you to accompany him on the case." Agent Winterlash said. I trampled the urge to raise my eyebrow at the old wolf. The best we have, eh? First compliment from him for sure. "Agent cash." I nodded to the lean bodied, werewolf. He grinned and I almost thought of packing him up and sending him back to where he belonged. He looked too inexperienced. God, was I going to be stuck with an infant?

“Welcome back, Felixe! Your car is ready. Would you want me to accompany you?” “No, Dan. I’ll call you if I need you. Oh, this is Hermione Averoff!” The man gave me a jaw-dropped look before nodding at me in acknowledgment. “Hello, ma’am! I’m Dan Jones, Mr. Andreadis’ bodyguard.” He stretched his hand for a shake, but Felixe grabbed my hand, not allowing me to hold his. I rolled my eyes despite the tense atmosphere. Dan Jones chuckled and leaned towards him while I walked away towards the elevator.

Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief as she kept muttering under her breath, "No way... this can't be... Cassandra is a broke orphan..." Evan crept forward, his voice wavering. "Mr. Moore, are you sure you have the right person? Her name is Cassandra. She's a student who got expelled for fighting. She can't be a Jones." Wayne turned and looked at him like he was something scraped off the bottom of a shoe. "Watch your mouth. Ms. Jones is the only daughter of the Jones family and the CEO's most beloved sister. Who do you think you are, daring to point fingers at her?"

I ask the maid and she nods. “Yes, sir.” She replies politely. “Okay, okay. Let him in.” I tell her and she nods again. She curtsies as she excuses herself. I didn’t even know that Jen had a lover, and the fact that she chose to become intimate emotionally with the greatest playboy of America seems comical, but yet sad. I place the remains of the apple I was eating done on the coffee table as I stand to my feet. Soon, I see Robert Jones walking in. The last time I saw him was when he came to London for a business meeting. He has a few shares in my company, and I have a few in his.

"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."