Baca The Double Agent Novels & Stories

Beside him, a younger female agent with red hair pulled into a tight bun held a runic tablet and looked at me as if I were a particularly unpleasant scientific experiment. "Sit down," ordered the older agent, pointing to the chair. I sat. "My name is Agent Thorne. This is Agent Reyes. I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer with clarity and brevity. No sarcasm. No irony. Understood?" "Understood," I replied, my voice neutral. Inside, the irony was already building up like poison in a gland. No irony. Clearly, he didn't know me very well. "And if I can't answer without irony?" added Reyes, eyes narrowed.

No matter how I try to deny it, the fragments of Emmanuel's suit and Enric's hoodie were scattered on the ground, proof that those wolves and twins were the same person. My eyes widen in pure horror together with the separation of my lips. I couldn't believe my eyes. Like me, the loan sharks and quarterbacks were filled with terror too. As the wolves walked nearer and nearer towards the trembling loan sharks, my eyes went blurry, an indication that I was about to pass out. But before everything turned black, I saw how the wolves bit the loan sharks alive. I don't know how long I have been sleeping but when I woke up, I was in the same familiar hotel room.

Agent Zero said. "Maybe, Supreme. I just compared it to you. Do you want to eat? I'll get it from outside." Agent Twelve answered. "Alright, Agent One and Ten, where are they?" Agent Zero asked as she thought of her partner and another colleague. "Well, Supreme, go back to their work." Agent Twelve answered, sitting on the couch. "Is that why you're back here in the underground?" Agent Zero asked. "I'm out as secretary, Abigail May Cruz, and I'm in as Agent Twelve." Agent Twelve said with a smile.

Note: This is book 2 of Her Triple Alpha’s Revenge. You can read as standalone but it will spoil parts of book 1. Ruby POV "Ruuuuby!" My mother's voice pierced the air for the tenth time this morning, her frustration practically shaking the walls. You'd think being ten minutes late was some kind of world-ending crisis.

I saw the comments calling me out, and I hear you. From now on, I promise daily updates. I want to give you the consistency you deserve and bring back the excitement we had together!!! The next chapter, we are beginning with Book three: Before Hazel, the prequel to The Double Life of My Hot Secretary, so we can enjoy some happier moments before returning to the Daddy’s Money universe. That return will be Book four: After Eve, the official sequel, where you will see shocking revelations and exclusive moments from Eve and Adam’s life that you have never seen before. Thank you for your patience. I truly love and appreciate every one of you.

“I understand, Mariam. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. I’m sorry, love.” He said it—love. I froze. He had never called me that before. My heart skipped. I walked toward the library with his words playing like a loop in my head. ……………………… page break………………………… I met Bella, already seated. I whispered, “What are we reading today?” “Biology,” she whispered back. We read for two hours. As we left the library, we saw Samuel approaching, holding two burger packs and fries. “Hey girlies,” he said cheerfully.

Big fucking mistake on my part, and after I got her back, she would stay locked away until our agreement was fulfilled, whether she liked it or not. "I’ve already said I’d take responsibility," Blaine huffs in frustration. "How was I to know that the damn driver was a double agent?" Double agent… Once I finished here, I was going to have to do a good cleaning of those who served me. If there was one, there were bound to be more. Letting out a snarl of frustration, I grip the steering wheel to the point where my knuckles are turning white. My nails, which stab into my palms, stretch and retract as I fight to keep myself sane long enough to reach Eliana’s destination.

He holds his mic like a lily at a funeral. “Mr. Boucher,” he crows, “Did Mr. Giordano bankroll your crimes? Are you the bridge between white-collar theft and organized-” “Get a better source,” I say, and it buys me nothing but my own small satisfaction. The cuffs bite in familiar places. The agent riding shotgun makes a performance of calling someone and saying, “We have him,” like the day needed narration. I think of Emmeline’s kettle and the way she writes names on a chalkboard like she’s making a spell. I think of Jackson counting rings. I think of Asher on the bridge yesterday, choosing to stop pretending the crown belongs to anyone else.

Only certain people know the telephone number and only important news can be conveyed over the phone. “Yes,” Jose answered the phone briefly and warily. “Mr. Jose.” That was the voice of May, one of Jose's men, an expert on disguise and had been prepared from an early age to infiltrate government agents. No one can ever suspect that May is a double agent and this woman is the key to the important steps for Jose to be more advanced than George. “Is the phone line you are using safe?” Jose is still on alert.

Even the wind seemed to drop along the cliffs, leaving nothing but the distant, rhythmic crash of the waves against the rocks below. Agent Miller stared at the silver drive in her hand. The professional, unreadable mask on his face didn't slip, but his chest expanded in a deep, slow breath that suggested he knew exactly what that piece of metal contained. He knew the names. He knew the twelve figures who sat above the grid. He knew that the small, soot-stained woman standing on the porch of a ruined empire was currently holding the fuse to the entire federal apparatus.