Best Cold War Spy Books Novels & Stories

"Honestly, talking AT you is as pleasant as passing a kidney stone. It was in the middle of the Cold War and none of us should have been behind the Iron Curtain, much less cancelling out a whole nest of very nasty human beings. Rees, me and two of his friends went on a killing spree that lasted sixty-nine days. From the Crimea to Sofia, we racked up eighty-seven dead, most of them belonging to the Bulgarian CSS and the Soviet Union's KGB First and Second Directorates, including the #2 Cock-sucker at the CSS's Foreign Intelligence Directorate." The bodyguard gave an abbreviated snort over that assessment. The rest of them were showing Pamela a great deal more attention. "So, Sir Isaac Newton,

But it wasn’t the man I killed that haunted me—it was the way Viktor had watched me do it, as if he were a spectator at a show, deriving some twisted pleasure from my cold detachment. I didn’t flinch when I slit the man’s throat, but his blood splattered across my clothes, and Viktor’s eyes burned into me, silent approval radiating from his gaze. I was his tool now—his puppet. That thought gnawed at me, but I buried it deep. The next mission was more personal. Viktor ordered me to track down a man who’d once worked with him, a traitor who’d stolen from Viktor’s supply chain. I found him hiding in an abandoned apartment complex.

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

Maybe because his head has grown so much and he thinks I'm dead to him. Even though, I probably am. "Come on, I'm hungry!" Cole said and pulled me out of Redwood Garden where the car was waiting to take me to the reception. While we were in the car going to the Hotel, Cole asked questions about my relatives. I couldn't do anything but answer. "Your Grandfather Arthur? Was he really an American soldier during WWII?" "Nah, He's a spy, not a soldier," I answered. Mama said that Lolo was one of the top spies of the US and the Allied Forces during World War 2. He became a vital part for the launch of atom bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan.

she said, her voice breaking like a half cried, “I know he did. Oh… Isaac look at our childs, they’re going through hardest struggle just to save you, please come back.” “Dad, you know the spy was Alistair Wilburn. He’s the one who gave them the blueprint of Black Widow so they could break in and steal everything. But don’t worry. This will all be over soon.” I spoke to him softly, hoping somewhere deep down he could hear me. A moment later, the door opened and Malcolm walked in. I rolled my eyes with an exasperated groan. “Why are you out of bed already? Shouldn’t you still be recovering from those wounds?”

"Exactly. Seems they've been in the information game since World War II. They have people all over the globe. Think MI6, CIA, and Mossad, but without governmental oversight." I blew out a low whistle. "They could topple governments, regimes, monarchies." "Exactly. They like their power and will do just about anything to keep it." "How does this tie into the Amatuccis and Night Terrors though?" Tank asked. Nik held up a finger. "I'm getting there. So, 1968, the Cold War was still going strong. The US is dealing with the civil rights movement and the Vietnam War. USSR was dealing with the Warsaw Pact. No fewer than six major crises came up from 1948 to 1970. Information was gold and the Petter

There was no time and J wasn't something I wanted to deal with. Quickly I made it to the room. Placed the bomb on the safe. Immediately I opened it, to my surprise the disk wasn't there. Before I could get up, I heard a trigger pull. “Stand up, slowly” It was none other but the fish we were fishing. “Who are you?” “Answer me!” He yelled. I turned around and saw how he was shaking. “I didn't ask you to turn” “I'm an agent” “Ohhh, the CIA. You guys have been unto me for some time now”

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Ace groaned but couldn't do anything when he raised his white flag on Slidell, he sat on his small square table beside the wall and sipped his black coffee. He was thinking of what to do next. Slidell told him everything and surprisingly, Slidell had the talent to be a spy. Cleo Martinez was just a fake name Blanche created, he knew that even before he told Slidell but what intrigued him more was when Slidell found out that Misha and Blanche were sharing a room and that some boy named Astolfo also goes a few times on their room but he stopped coming a few days now. All of that information was collected because Slidell befriended a hotel bellboy. Even though he got mixed signals from the girl

Matteo swiped to Zia’s picture. Elias’s fear was clear from the way his shoulders heaved. “She’s Leona Sarkis. She—” “Zia Di Falco.” Elias didn’t speak and Matteo warned, “You better choose your words cautiously because I know more than you think I do. You might think you’re clever enough to keep recordings of every fucked up thing you’ve done, but they’ve proved to be a bane for you.” He shoved the phone over Elias’s face. “You met her nine years ago. You offered her money to work for you as a spy. Am I wrong?”