Amika Double Agent Review Novels & Stories

Not confused. Afraid. The realization sent a chill through Ama. Because these were people who knew things. People who had spent decades navigating conspiracies and secrets. And they were afraid of her. The woman smiled calmly. "You've grown into someone remarkable." Ama's jaw tightened. "I don't know you." The silver-haired woman nodded. "Of course you don't." A pause. "That was the point." The room fell silent again. Gabriel stepped closer to the screen. "You should be dead."

~Soul Keeper Headquarters~ ~Hawk~ Our dedicated agents are working tirelessly into the late hours, glued to multiple monitors, meticulously monitoring every aspect of the game to ensure it unfolds exactly as we have planned. So far, the simmering tension between the newly introduced couple has been utterly captivating, igniting a fiery display of emotions that keeps our viewers hooked. "Good job on selecting those two for this round," I tell Amber with a satisfied nod as I pour her a glass of rich, red wine. "Our viewer ratings are climbing steadily, thanks to your keen eye for drama and sexual tension."

Ashley grabbed a glass of cocktail from a waiter and raised it to the air before drowning it all in his throat. “Also, we have a very special somebody in our midst. Give it up for the newest member of the Crescent Moon Pack, Amanda Martinez,” he added. I wanted to run away and leave him hanging, but luck wasn’t on my side. The lighting engineer had pushed the spotlight towards me, identifying me as the newest member.

The woman was shaking now, tears forming in her eyes. “What did I do?” she pleaded. Knox’s voice suddenly came through Emily’s earpiece. “Agent 23.” Emily straightened. “Yes.” “Do not question orders,” Knox said coldly. “That is the target.” Emily looked back at the woman. Then something caught her eyes behind the woman at the refrigerator. A photograph hung there beneath a magnet. It showed the woman standing outside somewhere sunny, holding the same baby. Beside her stood a man with his arm wrapped gently around her shoulders.

she said, like it was something to be proud of, which to her, it was. Elena looked at her for one more second. Then it came to her. “Wait.” She leaned forward. “You were the supporting female lead in Belongs to Me.” Amira’s whole face changed. The coolness she had been wearing all morning fell away instantly. Her eyes went wide and she turned fully in her chair to face Elena. “Have you seen that?” “Seen it?” Elena laughed. “I have watched it three times.” Whatever guard Amira had been keeping up since the car ride disappeared completely. She put both elbows on the table and leaned in, her eyes bright and alive.

he asked suddenly. “A spy? Me?” Amari asked, pointing to herself. “Yes, you. You’re the only one here.” “I’m sorry, but your question was unexpected. No, I’m not a spy. Do I look like a spy?” “The best spies are the ones no one ever suspects. You give off cute and cuddly, but perhaps you’re the opposite.” Amari’s cheeks flushed. Did Alpha Steele really call her cute?

He was going to believe her with that. With the spirit of meeting her again, he left the scene. He took the backpack she told him about and departed. He didn’t even know what was inside the bag, he just took it like how he was supposed to. Within minutes that he was gone, a few DEA fellow ran in with a gun in their hands. They pointed the gun everywhere, checking their surrounding.

I went to the front and with my eyes glued to the floor, I cleared my throat. "My partner's name is Leonardo and I learned that people aren't really what they seem. They might appear sweet from the outside but in reality, they be the most despicable people ever. Thank you." I bowed before walking to my seat. Usually people would clap but they didn't clap for my review probably because people hate hearing the truth. "Um," Mr Joe cleared his throat but the bell went off. "I guess that's it for today, Riona can you stay back for a little while?" He announced.

The cold glow of Amelia’s laptop screen illuminated her face as she scrolled through the intercepted email. Her heart pounded in her chest, each thump resonating like the chime of a warning bell as she reread the words. Each line sank in deeper, twisting like a dagger within her soul. Diego—her confidant, her childhood friend, her ally—had betrayed her in the most harrowing way. The message was clear, stark, and damning: “Maria, as discussed, Amelia plans to release the second wave of documents by the end of the week. I’ll ensure that the file containing the bank transfers never sees the light of day.”

"So, this is their leader?" "Unfortunately, no. But he's on his way." His breath hitched. "What do you mean?" Amelia tilted her head to look at him in the eye with a smug look on her face. She was acting like there was no gun pointed at her temple, but might as well do since she knew that he was stuck. He's dead if he shoots. "I fed Enzo Bennet fake intel,” she said in between laughs she failed to suppress. "That building? It's a slavehouse. And I bet they killed all the couple hundred humans in there."