Agent Jones Novels & Stories

They lost all of their saving and now they can't do anything other than pour their anger on the company owner. Mr. Henry Jones. The chairman of Jones & Jones pharmaceutical company. This company was in the top fifty pharmaceutical companies in the world but now it is nothing. Mr. Henry Jones is nowhere to be found. No one knew but he ran away from the back door of the company last night only. He has left the country leaving his family behind. He has two children that the whole world knew about... Jack Jones and Julie Jones. Twins! Both are at the age of eighteen and studying Pharmacy and business but have no idea what is going on in their father's company and the same is their mother...

The same Jones who swore to keep me safe? "But does Draven know about this?" I asked, curiosity piquing in my mind. "Yes." He kept his answer short and straight to the point. "And he's okay with it?" I pressed. "He has tasked Jones to fish out information from Mercy, spy on her phone calls, and follow her anytime she goes out of the pack," he explained further, a realization finally crossing my mind. "But Mercy and Jones have been fuckmates before; isn't that risky? I mean, what if Mercy instead uses that to her advantage?" I knew Jones was a good warrior, serious about his duties, but I couldn't discredit his sexual needs.

Alex had to leave while she was sleeping as Jon called him after a few hours and told him it was an emergency. He wondered what the fuck was the problem. He would rather stay with Saoirse. This is better be a real issue, or he will choke him. “What’s the problem?” Alex said irritably. He was meeting Jon at their headquarter. “We captured Aaron Jones,” Jon replied, not fazed by Alex’s grumpy attitude as he was used to it.

"These are Agents Samuel Jenkins and Baruti Wimbush." Zora stepped forward, authority radiating off her. "Supervisory Special Agent Zora Clark." Agent Jenkins met her with an extended hand. The man looked like he'd just come from a Sunday church social in his navy blue pinstripe suit and paisley tie. He was of average height and his angular face looked like it could grace the cover of a magazine.

Standing before me was a mail man and I presume this was literally the first time I'm seeing one before my door. He looked... old for this job though. "Good evening ma'am, I'm Agent Jones. I'm looking for Mr Jeremy Sanchez. I have a very important message for him" He stated and I arched my brows. "I'm Stella Sanchez, his wife. May I know what's going on?" I asked and he nodded bringing out some papers. "Actually, it's about the business trip that will hold in three days. We lost his email informations and phone number in a fire at our building.

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

Now, Mrs. Jones was even more unhappy. “Why can he go in but I can’t go in to see my son?” “Mr. Whitman is from Interpol’s Internal Investigation Unit and he’s the senior agent who’s looking into your son’s case. So tell me if you think he can go in?” “...” Mrs. Jones had nothing to say, so she could only back away. However, the longer she waited, the more frustrated she became. After thinking about it, she went out to make a call.

she asked. "You don't give a fuck about what I want, your getting a paycheck anyway." I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she wanted me to say, it was what they all wanted me to say. Indirectly at least. That I was a loose canon ready to explode. A sadistic, psychotic bitch with no feelings of remorse. A cold-blooded killer... Mrs Jones frowned, adjusting her glasses, "you're right, I'm getting paid for this. I have no problem failing you immediately because you're a murderer, a mons-"

"Fine, so pinabalik kita dito dahil may natanggap akong impormasyon. alam niyo naman na hindi pa tapos ang laban namin sa mga gahaman ng posisyon ni papa, at umaaligid ang mga kalaban niya. kahit naipasa na sa akin ang posisyon marami pa din na naghahangad nito. kaya nais kong personal mo munang bantayan si Joan para sa akin. bonus na si Shane dahil magkasama sila sa trabaho kaya may mata ako sa loob ng opisina nila." "Sige boss, walang problema. tutal nagawa na ni Jade ang mission ko sa Russia, Mukhang magaling ang ginawa niyang paghuli kay Moscov, malaking sindikato din ang napabagsak niya. salamat din sa tulong nila nastasia at klein. mabilis nilang natapos ang misyon." "kaya nga ikaw na

As the squad's tech specialist, all the Elite AIs from the dispatched agents report to me and I relay their message to the Director. "Ah, let's see, who's this from...?" I mumbled and clicked on the message. It took me a while to decode it but after seeing the complex and elaborate coding, it was obvious it was from Agent Hawk. She was the only one who used different codes every time. The message read: Naya McConney is dead. Vernons nearing bankruptcy. Agnellos loses men every day. Basil Hawks robbed. Need two half-siblings with a grudge against me. Need permission to kill Bartolome Rodriguez.