Agent Wife Novels & Stories

I shook my head and looked out the window, and taking my stance, Alvize raised an eyebrow at me. “The woman is an agent, and last I checked, she was not a regular employee. You wouldn’t have suggested that SHE of all other employees that you have in that fucking station work with me.” Alvize said, his tone calm. “That is, of course, unless you don’t want us working together.” “I don’t want you working together, but it is you who has decided to take over the case because your fucking man…”

Agents were skilled at producing props to mask the nature of their activity, the covert operation. She greatly respected their commitment to their effort to safeguard their subject and was in awe of their fearlessness. She continued to think about the agent woman. She hoped to resume the conversation she had begun earlier regarding the subject with Gwen. During their discussion, she deduced that the agent woman knew her and the twins just before her accident. She was intrigued by several things that bothered her, mainly how she and her spouse interacted.

Stephen ask then glance at Cliff who was always busy with her laptop, then Cliff stop typing then she type again like she was typing for some informations. "Well according to my records here it's a Government Agency with secret agents with long missions such as guarding government people with need protection and some other agents got a missions on being, a spy acting like a normal people to eye on there target and according to there missions right now as Jade said they are eyeing on us" Cliff said and typing for some reason that she wants info more about the agency she was talking about,. "Ohhhh agents hah wow can we see a Women with black suits with Knife on there shoes like that?" Kenzo ju

Emily followed them around the side of the house. Marcus spoke into his communicator. “Team ready.” Knox’s voice came through the earpieces. “Proceed.” The agents forced the back door open and rushed inside. “Agency operation!” one of them shouted. Emily entered the kitchen behind them and stopped when she saw the scene. A woman stood near the table wearing a simple apron. In her arms she held a small baby who looked no older than nine months. The woman’s eyes widened in shock as the armed agents burst into her home.

the female agent said as she hugged me, trying to console me. I held her tightly as to show how scared I really was of the man that stood in front of me. “I am…” I took in a deep breath but my voice remained calm and low. “I am not just his lawyer but also his wife,” Both agents turned to him and looked at him in utter disgust and disappointment— that feeling right there was what I was banking on and I got the best reaction from them. I pulled away from the female agent and cleaned my face with the back of my palm, taking a big sniff. “Why are you here, officers?” I asked.

The bureau also awarded me a medal for my loyalty and sacrifice. At my new role as Chief Technical Advisor, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my work, leading the team to develop a brand-new security system focused on strengthening the monitoring of internal personnel behavior. Two months later, my divorce proceedings with Gwen were officially finalized. Since she was pregnant, she was not immediately imprisoned. Instead, her sentence was delayed until after the birth of her child. During this time, she repeatedly requested to meet me through various channels, saying she needed to tell me something important, but I refused every single time.

Beside her stood her mother, and Judah’s, holding each of her hands. When her name was called, she didn’t move at first. But slowly, guided by Jenny and the Agency Director, Fedora stepped forward. “This woman,” the Director began, “is the wife of the man we now honor. Even when she didn’t know the whole truth. Even when the work he did was hidden in shadows. She has built a home for him. Is raising his children. Held his heart.” He turned to Fedora, offering a folded American flag, its corners crisp and ceremonial. “For your loss, for your strength, and for the silent sacrifice that only the loved ones of our agents understand… the Agency appreciates you.”

Agent Jane walked across the room toward Agent Drake when she heard him moaning, and could see that the FBI agent was coming back to consciousness. “Agent Cho used to be a prostitute?” Agent Vernon asked while kneeling over Agent James, who was still lying on his back unconscious. He couldn’t believe what Agent Jane was telling him. “Yeah, she was a young escort who was trying to make some quick cash through cybersex chats and other means. Her father lost his job and was struggling to support his family. He had a drinking problem too, and she–” Agent Jane’s sentence got interrupted when the rest of her FBI team suddenly entered the room, along with a group of nurses.

Then, with more conviction, "I am not Patricia." A sharp silence fell over the room. Robert turned away from me, running a hand through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained anger rippling through him. "My real name is Nora Stevenson," I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64."

"We need support over here. You know our situation?" Vaughn picked his head up and stared at the back of Jamie's head. Aegis Group had a lot of very skilled people working there. A few of those people had connections, histories in this part of the world no one talked about. One of those people was Luke's wife, Abigail. She worked on the operations side of the company. Vaughn had never asked many questions about her given how tight-lipped anyone who'd been around for years got whenever questions started rolling. "Okay. Fine. I'll take it. You think he'll make contact today?" Jamie beat his fist on the door. "Great, thanks, man."