Bella Thorne Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

“She’s the reason why we’re stuck in this cell. She’s the reason why my baby brother is being tortured right now.” “I said that’s enough,” John repeats himself. “We’re all worried about Taylor, but acting this way is not going to help us save him or ourselves.” Bonnie sunk to the ground and curled into a ball in the corner. She rocked herself silently while she reviewed every decision she had made for years. “Bonnie, how do you know so much about Taylor?” John asked. “My mom was an undercover cop and infiltrated Project Echidna twenty years ago. She knew more about Kaiju than anyone else and she kept extensive notes. I found them.”

"Wonderful." The sound of her own voice startled her. It was empty, detached, and alive. Somehow she was still alive, and she no longer knew why. Her wolf stirred faintly within her, offering neither comfort nor strength, only enough presence to remind her she wasn't entirely alone. After a long moment, Kaelara slipped from bed and wandered through the sleeping estate. The halls were quiet, the guards asleep at their posts, the entire house wrapped in peaceful darkness. Eventually she reached the living room and found Thorne sprawled awkwardly across the couch, one arm dangling off the side, his neck bent at an angle that looked painfully uncomfortable.

I didn't see the long-lens camera tucked behind the hydrangeas. By the time I reached my bedroom back at the estate, my burner phone—the only one I had left on—was blowing up with notifications. A headline from a prominent underground news site was pinned to the top of every social media feed: THE QUEEN’S REVENGE? Hours after Jayden Thorne declares his mistress the 'Boss Lady,' his woman, Victoria Moretti, is spotted in the arms of his rival, Marcus Lightwood. Is this a new alliance... or a declaration of war?

Ditto for how much emotional difficulty I’ve given Ryder since he became my tactical trainer for this undercover assignment. “I’m still not entirely sure what’s happening between us,” I admit softly, looking down at my hands. “But I should probably thank Ryder for everything he’s done to help me through this mission and educate me so I could stay safe. And as much as I was completely pissed off at the time, I should probably also thank Mr. Thorne.” Zane frowns, his posture instantly stiffening. “Nico Thorne can be a real, unmitigated asshole, Lila. Don’t make the fatal mistake of thinking he’s a nice guy. The Bureau paid him an exorbitant amount to get you trained up.”

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

bankruptcy that ruined the Vances. "Stay close," Killian whispered as they stepped out of the car. He didn't take her hand, but he placed his palm firmly on the small of her back. The heat of it burned through the fabric of her blazer, a silent claim that everyone in the lobby noticed. "Thorne thinks he’s the smartest man in the room. Prove him wrong." The boardroom was a shark tank. Marcus Thorne sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of false concern that turned to pure, unadulterated shock when he saw Elena walking in behind Killian Vanderwall.

“I mean she’s got this weird aura to her. Plus, Lunerly’s been up her ass since she got here. You know he’s got an in with the Queen.” Kairos grunted in response as he reached the showers. He shed his shorts and shoes and stepped into the steam. Thorne followed behind. They took showers next to each other. “I figure if I can win her over, maybe I can snuff her out,” Thorne continued, voice still low. “Figure out what her secret is.” “Do we really care about her secret?” Kairos said before closing his eyes and dipping his face in the shower spray. The hot water cascaded down his shoulders, ironing out the soreness he’d felt from the training he’d done that morning.

"You're right on time." My hand closed around my dagger. Kael's shadows exploded behind me. Ryker's ice coated the walls. Thorne didn't flinch. "You think killing me is the answer?" He held up the silver collar. "You put this on, or the next broadcast shows your friends' heads on spikes." The Omegas whimpered. One of them was crying. I stepped forward. "Elara," Kael warned. I didn't stop. Thorne's smile widened. "There she is. The good little slave. Come to put her collar on. Come to—"

"Meet the teamKevin Markham, George Lorenzan and, yes, your newly minted wife, Regan Shaw." Max nodded. "Happy to meet you." "The first thing we need to do is bring Max up to speed." "I thought you did that when you went to Maine," Kevin Markham said. "I gave him the nuts and bolts, but we need to fill in the spaces." He paused. "First, however, I have a piece of information that Regan picked up just last night. Regan. Let me give Max your credentials and then you have the floor. You're the one who discovered this ugly little plot."