Fbi Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 8: DENTENTION -KARAOKE “We are leaving now!” A woman screamed as she dragged her seven old daughter by her hand. “But mum, why? What’s going on?” The girl asked as she began to cry. “What did you do? You exposed our secrets and now they are coming for us. The FBI wants to use us as lab rats. Now get in there and pack.” The woman said pushing her into the room.

Malcolm POV I looked to my phone and grinned wide leaning back into my chair. It was a fantastic ending to my miserable week. I had to kill three of my informants because they didn't want to put their Luna's at risk. I scoffed. Idiots. Didn't they realize that if we had those two, then we could come out of these pathetic shadows and be rulers of the weak humans who had hunted and still hunt us. My Goddess. Lucky for me my informent in the Forrest Lake turned out to be quite useful. He sent me the DNA results of the paternity test of their Luna's babies. I smiled when I saw that. I always suspected that the Strongs would be involved. I first thought that it was the grandkids of Alpha Strong b

"Sienna was sent to infiltrate you. Her father works closely with the FBI and Interpol. As I know you're aware, both Interpol and the FBI have become greatly interested in you, especially after your takedown of the Black Dragons and the Triad. The FBI has had you on their watch list ever since. However, they couldn't find a way to get to you. You're too protected." "So, you're saying that the FBI sent in an untrained girl to get inside information on me?" Hunter asks, calling my bluff. "Do you really think she's untrained?" I ask, countering his objection. "So you claim that Sienna is actually an agent in disguise, sent to take me down. Is that what you're implying?" Hunter asks, crossing hi

He looked down, and his eyes got bigger. "He's not done yet," Jaxon said in a whisper that was hard to hear. "We're just getting started." The FBI started a new round of searches, and the room was full of new energy. Mimi could feel the heat rising. Every agent was working as fast as they could, staring at their displays, trying to find something, anything, that might help them find Damon. But with each dead end, she got more and more angry. Mimi didn't know who she could trust anymore. The FBI had their own plans, and she had her own struggle to win. Damon wasn't simply a danger to her family; he was a danger to her life.

Her pen hesitated as she scribbled the familiar name, her eyes widening as she recalled the shock that had gripped her too. That was when Stefano shot her that one scrutinizing glare that made her breath catch in her throat. Before it turned into a wide-eyed concern. And then, just as suddenly, Marco vanished. Then it struck her. “Fibonacci, Fibonacci?” She blinked twice. If her memories served her right, then it was FBI Secret Agent Fibonacci. The one she was briefed on who was the first agent that was sent to infiltrate Stefano's mafia empire. Agent Pablo Fibonacci went MIA in less than a month. Or at least, that was what her boss told her.

"I know. I fucked up. But I promise I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You and your grandmother will rule my fucking life." Her eyes mist again, and she leans her forehead against mine. "I thought you were the one who liked to rule." "Mmmm... hmm. Yes. Always. Can you live with it?" "Yes." She didn't hesitate this time, and I nearly fall down with relief. "There's just one small problem." My shoulders tense. "What is that?" "I'm wanted by the FBI."

“You don’t actually think that, after someone watched you submit to me tonight then left me a note threatening to kill you, that I’m going to leave you in that motel alone.” “I work for the FBI. I’m not helpless.” “I totally agree, but that changes nothing. You’re not staying at that dingy little motel, even if I tag along. My condo is far more secure. No one will get to you tonight.” “Except you.” “Especially me. If you think I’m not going to spend these last few hours holding you and telling you how special you are to me before I have to pretend otherwise, you’re lying to yourself.” “We’ve already… I mean, we’ve had sex twice today.”

Lara gasped in shock when she saw a tall man dressed in black standing in front of her. “Let’s make this easy for both of us, shall we?” He scoffed and adjusted his leather jacket, “FBI! I’m agent Ryan Steven. Just hand over the diamond and all this will be over!” The tall man showed off his ID to create fear in Lara’s heart.

I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips, but far enough that I couldn’t tell where he was in the darkness. “Three days were up an hour ago, luv.” I should have been terrified. Shaking, crying, and fighting. Instead, I just felt tired. So tired. Tired of running. Tired of lying. Tired of pretending I had any control. Does he know I went to the FBI? It’s possible. Probable, even. But if he knew—if he really knew—I’d be dead already. Or worse. He doesn’t do half measures. I wouldn’t be here in my bed thinking about it. I’d be another unsolved missing person one they’d connect to him but never prove.