Blaine Totally Spies Novels & Stories

Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years. I stared at my screen. He wants his first real look at you to be the moment, Daniel said. That’s what he’s waiting for. Not the procedure. Not the recovery. You. I put my phone down. Picked it up. Four weeks and six days, I typed. Four weeks and six days, Daniel said. And then Noah he is not going to stop. I put my phone face down on the desk. Sat back. Four weeks and six days and Damien Cole was in his office thirty feet away being completely assembled and controlled with his jaw tight and the Walsh file under his hand and a midnight phone call to his brother that said I need to see him like it was the simplest

“Yeah, instead of having one that undulates between blue and green, now she has one that is blue and undulates in different shades and one that is green and undulates in different shades.” I turn, smiling. “I feel like I’m missing something,” Penny says. “Our brother has a crush on a sprite,” I tell her. “Which one?” she asks as we stop at the next spot. “Daphne.” “Oh, she’s so sweet. Well, they all are, but she’s a lot like her mother, Tula,” Penny says. “Oh, you’re so right, Penny. She’s just like her mother.” Reagan says. It takes most of the day but we get the protection spells up all around the pack. It’s not going to keep the danger out, but it will give them notice, give the pack warn

So, with strong determination, Sicily will reveal everything at the right time. Sicilia has been hiding this secret for a long time, so when the opportunity arises, she is determined to reveal it. Now is the perfect time for that. Moreover, Harlan has not marked a partner, in Sicilia mind she is the one who will be Harlan's partner until the fetus-to-be can breathe. "Answer my question, Harlan!" Instead of an answer, Sicily heard the mocking laughter of Rhena, the woman who had destroyed Sicily. Just as the woman's laughter died down, footsteps approached and whispered in Sicily's ear. "I'm Harlan's true mate, Blind!"

I realized this was just another prank of his. My strength drained away. The pain was so bad I couldn't even question him. That was Colin, a prank lover. Ever since I confessed my feelings ten years ago, I'd been dragged into his games. The first time, he tested my sincerity, making me search for his lost watch in a snowstorm. Succeeding, I'd earn a chance to pursue him. Unfortunately, I never found it, only ending up hospitalized with frostbite. He visited and flashed the watch on his wrist, saying I passed the test. I could never forget that smirk on his face.

It made a repulsive, squishy sound as it slid out of the can and splatted onto the bread. I covered my mouth as I pretended to gag. “That’s so gross.” He looked at me with wild amusement. “Is it?” He picked the brick of Spam up and pushed it back into the can. He stared at me as he tipped the can upside down and shook it out again. “No!” I squeaked as I covered my ears. “That’s so gross!” The meat fell onto his bread again as he shrugged his shoulders. He pulled a plastic knife from his backpack and sliced a piece off. He held it out to me as I squirmed backwards.

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

“And then I went back to my seat.” Blaire’s eyes narrowed, like she didn’t enjoy answers that didn’t come with dramatic confessionals. “Weird,” she said. “Because you’re kind of… the right height.” I blinked. “That’s your evidence? Height?” “Height matters,” Blaire said with complete seriousness, like she was a detective in a crime show. Sienna typed with frantic enthusiasm and showed her screen to Blaire: SHE ALSO HAS THE SAME BAG. I whipped my head toward Sienna. “Traitor.”

Drake stated. ** The days dragged slowly for the rest of the week. Blair had started her new job, where she worked just to keep up appearances while her real job was to be Spencer's eyes and ears. None of her co-workers knew, or suspected, and that made her think even more about how much like a spy she looked.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Anything strange, Babe? Are you it now?" Blair asked me while hiding behind a Captain America shield, and I looked at the moon again and let out a deep breath. I held tight on the rail of the balcony while concentrating on thinking to be the beast that I should be, or just even the wolf form, but I think nothing is happening. "Still nothing, Blair. You can come out now." I replied, facing her, and she peeked and looked around, then tried to scan me with her red eyes from head to toe.