Agent Wife Novels & Stories

Jose's voice was so cold and cruel, it made the chief agent feel the hair on his neck bristling. “What do you want me to do?” finally the chief agent dared to speak. “I want you to take care of my wife. I know you have the best agent to look after her and she is the daughter of Professor Benjamin, a person I know has done a lot for his research to maintain the defense and security of this country. Valerie is my wife, I will leave her to avenge what they dared to do to her. After that I'll come back to get her.” After that the phone was hung up, leaving the chief of the agent gaping at the information that Valerie was the wife of the Slayer.

Imagine my surprise when with the rest of the guys that applied with me, the ones that actually wanted to work here, I got the envelope stating I was in. Now, I give an alcohol slowed shrug, with an easy grin. “I was being honest. I don’t bottom.” And that’s the honest to god truth. I’m still figuring out the lying about your identity part of being an agent. They whoop and cheers again. More rounds for everyone. We made it. After the countless rounds of interviews, those splits, the dance routines, everything was worth it in the end. Best of all, I’m in.

“She was called Agent Kay and her file says she was the best female agent the CIA ever produced.” Suddenly, everything I thought I knew about my mother feels like a lie.

Jimmy wouldn’t have made her an important agent if she wasn’t competent in that field. Instead of being knocked back or falling to the floor, Angie landed smoothly, got up, and launched another attack. In a way, their small fight was a training session for the newcomer who was expected to level up. She could accompany Angie as a secret agent for their organization, as long as no one knew she was working for both sides.

“My name is Delta Colton. It’s nice to meet you, Agent Grass.” Angeline frowned her brows deeper. Delta… Colton? She even got the agent’s name wrong. The woman shook her head a bit stronger than what was asked of her demure image. “Sorry, but… Delta Colton? I didn’t realize Mr. Colton has a rather affectionate half-sister.” “Oh…” Delta twitched and only turned to face Wolfram, who met her gaze when she moved. “I thought I was your wife. It seems like I’m just your rather affectionate half-sister now. Big Brother, should I change my title in our marriage contract?”

She laughed again, unbothered about how I felt. “When you’re done sulking about Aria,” she said authoritatively, “get ready to go on a date with the president’s daughter. It’s good for the company. And for you.” Then my phone buzzed. My heart skipped. I hesitated, then pulled it out from my pocket. A message from the agent I hired, the one tracking Aria. 'Sir, your wife was sighted in a restaurant with another man.' I lifted my gaze to my mother without reacting to the message I just read.

Agatha asked, sensing her nervousness? Olivia lowered her gaze and bit her lip. “Here, agents were frozen by…” she tried to say. “Who are you kidding agent cult?” Agatha cut her off. Then she turned towards Moss and said curtly, “I do not approve of agent Cult participation in this mission. I do not deem her fit for the job. If you must let her be a part of the mission, the responsibility of the consequences will lie on you. As far as I am concerned, I give no one a second chance. If I ever find her conduct out of line, I will reprimand her.”

"Agent Wilson, yesterday you brainwashed her to become a spy. Today, you want her to walk around with a guard." "Mr Smith, may we sit inside first? I will explain everything." Mr Smith turned to look at his wife, who just came after washing her hands. "Arnold, let them in," she said. Mr Smith turned and nodded his head. Both Mr Wilson and the woman in grey jeans stepped inside. "Please sit down," said Mrs Smith. "Emma, how are you now?" asked Agent Wilson, as he sat on the couch. "Good," replied Emma. Mr Smith entered the room and sat beside his wife. Agent Wilson and the dark woman sat opposite them.