Amika Double Agent Review Novels & Stories

The mahogany double doors slowly creaked open, as we both waited in anticipation of who this valued sleeper agent was. A woman... A woman in crutches... A woman in head bandages...? I froze on my spot once I recognized her face. As tall as Hawk, as petite as Leo, and as pale as me. A brunette with wavy locks and an agent who has built her reputation as the FBI's copycat. The imitation of Hawk. The master con woman and swindler. The master of deceit and trickery.

Amelia's POV I sat at my desk, the folder Killian had given me open in front of me like a forbidden map to a past I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore. The office was quiet except for the distant hum of the building — the soft whir of the air conditioning, the occasional ring of a phone in the hallway, the faint murmur of conversations from other offices. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting long golden stripes across the papers. I had closed the door after Killian left, needing a moment to process what I had just seen. My hands trembled slightly as I flipped through the pages again, reading the same lines over and over as if they might change. The documents were meticulous,

And get away with it. "I know! Shit man, I know... Look, we don't even know who took her. If I knew who had Andrea, damn! I'd be out there right now with the scouts." Retorts Ryder, with one arm across his chest and the other hand rubbing his face. Exhaustion and frustration prevalent on all our faces. Just then, we all freeze and spin to the sound of a timid knock on the office door. Michael, the gamma, jumps out of his seat and answers the door. He takes a polite step back and looks over his shoulder with a naughty smirk tugging at his lips, at Merrick, our Delta.

but the more he looked at her, the more his heart was captivated by her. After a long pause, Zake finally responded. "Yes. I will report any information we get to you. But sir, please don't act recklessly. This case is truly serious." "Yes. Because I know this is not a trivial matter, I am serious as well." Jacob ended the call, took a deep breath, and looked around. Just as he was about to put his phone into the pocket of his doctor’s coat, a notification pinged on his phone. He quickly opened it and a smile spread across his face. Bingo! He knew something was wrong! The girl was indeed a double agent.

I spotted movement behind the Archer’s butler and knew I should get out of there before Amelia found out I knew her secret. After I left, I would hurry to Gilded to meet Victor, and together, we would call the police and tell them what I had learned. Amelia was the hacker and one of the red wolves. But could she be in on getting rid of Deirdre? In Deirdre’s letter, the pretty Omega girl thanked Amelia for being her friend. But it looked as if Amelia was an expert liar. She had me fooled from the beginning. Whispering came from behind Alfred. It was time for me to go. But I had to remain calm and act like nothing was wrong.

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.

"Not without Ijeoma." The agents closed in, guns trained on Amara. But she didn't back down, her eyes locked onto the lead agent. "Stand down," he growled. Amara's voice was ice, "Not without Ijeoma." The agent sneered, "You're outnumbered." Amara's smile was cold, "So are you." Having said that, the area, people and even everything became hitted up not know what will happen next. The air was thick with tension, the standoff intense. And then, in a flash, Amara moved, taking down the agents one by one as if it is just a little or less hard thing to do.

I followed the trail with measured focus. It wasn’t an invasion force. Not yet. Unmarked by any territory crest we recognized. She had crossed shallow water, lingered briefly near our boundary, then retreated back east. A scout. Testing reaction time. Derek’s gaze met mine. “They’re escalating,” he said quietly once we shifted back to human. “Not openly,” I replied. “They’re measuring.” Jax scanned the treeline. “We let her leave?” “Yes.” Both men looked at me. “If she reports that we chased aggressively, it feeds the narrative,” I continued. “If she reports that we noticed and held position, it sends a different message.”

Amaya's POV I’ve been here for six hours, repeating my story to different agents, answering the same questions over and over. My mates are in separate rooms, giving their own statements. The door opens and a new agent enters. Older, distinguished looking. His badge reads Agent Morrison, Department of Homeland Security. "Miss Reed," he says, sitting across from me. Not Amaya. Miss Reed. Formal. "I've reviewed your statement. Very detailed. Very thorough." "Thank you?"

He continued, voice steady, “in meetings, people say more with their hands than their mouths. If the founder keeps looking at her finance director before answering, he controls more than she does.” I pulled my cardigan tighter. Why was his competence so hot? That felt illegal. I don't know why him knowing his stuff made my thighs press together before I could stop them. “So basically, you want me to spy while pretending to be useful.” “I want you to observe while being useful.” His phone rang out of nowhere. Adam glanced at the screen, and everything on his face changed. His hand tightened on the wheel. His jaw locked. The almost smile disappeared. My own smile faded, “what?”