Best Cold War Spy Novels Novels & Stories

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

Matteo quickly stepped closer to him, using his hand to stop Bernie from walking away "Spade what do you want to do"? He asked looking at Spade, it would he invincible to someone else, almost unnoticeable but he saw the crazed look in the man's eyes, making him fear for what was about to happen if he doesn't step in "Are you trying to start an open out war? Spade you don't even know this man or what he's capable of, you don't know if he has someone backing him up and inciting him to do all these things, you can't just declare war on someone without having not a single clue, what they want and who they work for"

“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.

“Ahhh! ‘If the American government does not release the Russian spy, Vladimir Sokolow, immediately, more police blood will be spilt till it overflows on the streets… bout a day later, the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation was found dead in his office of a suspected aneurysm…and the same threat was issued. Then silence… nobody said a word, not even a fucking peep. And the American people, as well as the world, thought the culprits had been caught. Would you like me to tell you a secret?” They both looked uncomfortable as they shared a weird look between them, but I waited until they turned to me, and even with the hesitation in their eyes, they nodded….. “Good fools…you both mak

At first, I didn’t know what Jackson meant by hottest lead. In my mind, what my mother said about their best lead being taken back was true. Derek was the person who would give up all of Mario’s secrets, not only to save himself from a harsher punishment but also, it would enable my mother to take such a dangerous man off the streets. But now he was gone and back with his best buddy, who knows what horrifying things those two are concocting.

"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

And it was amusing how his ears turned red as he gave me a vague shrug. “I mindlinked Noah to send stuff over.” “Oh,” I nodded. “So, why is that forbidden territory?” “You are not letting go of that, are you?” “No,” Asher sighed, then took a long sip of his beer. “Well, around thirty-four years ago, the Cold War took place at the exact same place,” I blinked, realization crawling upon me. Cold War…it was mentioned in that diary. “There was mention of it in one of those old books Cora gave me. But just a mention, because the pages that followed after, were all torn,” I said.

"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.

Ellen's Point of View Hello, my name is Ellen Burge, and I'm 35 years old. I'm a spy known as Chizuki, which means "bloody moon" in Japanese. I became a spy as a result of an accident that drove me to seek vengeance for the deaths of my loved ones. Third Person Point of View The Burge Family is well-known for their wealth, and many individuals have attempted to rob them, but no one has succeeded until one day when they are unaware that their home is being attacked by an anonymous assassin. Ellen's mother, fortunately, had hidden her beneath the carpet in a little library.