Blaine Totally Spies Novels & Stories

I said. "Thank you for being worried for my daughter." Elder Blake said. "It's no issue." I said. "I need a bait to catch that spy." I said and Damon smiled mischievously, I'm sure he'll come up with another brilliant idea and I couldn't wait to catch the spy, I needed to know who it was and who sent the spy as well.

I leaned in closer to get a good look and was barely able to suppress a gasp. There, on the flower vase, amid a bunch of fresh pink roses that I had placed there yesterday morning, was a tiny spy cam which was only recognizable by the tiny red light that was impossible to notice from afar. And right next to the vase was Blaze’s wallet and watch. I remember him putting these here last night before he had taken off his clothes and joined me in bed. I had no idea he’d set up a spy cam while he was doing those and on top of that, the cam was directly in line with the bed. “Found that, did you?”

“He's obviously playing some sort of game” "Why would he bring us here just to run away?" Blade asked "I don't think he's running. He's playing hide and seek and I'm not in the mood for this." Jaylen said. The irritation in his voice was too hard to go unnoticed. He should have been shocked to see his tin brother, but instead he seemed irritated. The sound hit them first. Sirens. Growing louder. The kind that crawled under your skin before you even saw the lights. Spade moved to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to see. His breath caught. “FBI.”

" Blaire chimed in, her eyes reflecting a curiosity that was almost as enchanting as they were. "Morning, kiddo," I responded, offering her an affectionate smile. Blaire, with her flowing, obsidian-black hair that gleamed like a river of silk, always shone like a starry night. She was petite, and her small stature only added to her adorableness. Her sparkling eyes were like two gems, and they had a knack for staying trained on me, observing my every move. Blaire had an endearing, infectious cheerfulness about her, and her mischievous streak never failed to keep life interesting. You could never predict what she'd do next.

“I think we need to talk about it and I think we need to do it now. We can't be talking about something like that in front of your step mother and sister. Please…?” A weary sigh slipped from Blaire's lips. She met both of their gazes, seeing the concern burning inside them. Finally, her lips parted– though slowly and hesitantly– and she began to speak. “I don't know if I was imagining things or if what I saw– or rather who I saw was actually real but… someone was watching me. I can still feel his eerie gaze on me.” A sudden shudder ran down her spine and she looked around just to make sure he was no longer there.

Isaac nodded, “Absolutely. That’s what makes a good Alpha. Why do you ask?” Blaine leaned closer to his father, “There are two spies from another pack here.” I asked, “Who are they?” He answered, “They are sitting at the small table next to the drink station.” I asked, “How do you know?” He smiled, “It’s one of my abilities. They are working for the bad man.”

His tone was not great, either, as he said, “I don’t know!” Hugh thought, ‘Why should I answer if he asks?’ Blair was about to ask again when Spike suddenly waved to him. Blair turned to Spike and softened his tone. “Spike, where is your mommy?” Spike took the tablet, typed a line of words, and showed it to him. Blair’s expression suddenly changed when he read it. He turned around and strode out of the ward. Hugh was stunned. “Spike, what did you write?” Blair actually left as if facing a formidable enemy.

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. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.

But these two had different vibes. “You’re also lying, aren’t you?” Rain said. Theraphosa gasped but she remained stern. “What do you mean?” “You said you can read our minds. If so, you should know that we can escape fairly with ease but you don’t, and your reaction proves it. [Blaze]!” Rain casted a spell from his hand and flames burned away the threads. “No hard feelings, okay?” Rain dashed forward with his sword ready to swing. TWANG!