Novel & Cerita Fei Hargreeves

She also looked like she was of the same age as William. “I’m glad you all are here,” he started, looking at each one of us. “I'll introduce you to the person that will help us on our journey to Mexico.” His gaze drifted towards her before continuing, “This is Gwyneth Henderson, a spy and a former FBI agent who once worked with Dmitri Croft.” She stepped forward, and when her lips curled to a bright smile, she looked like a different person. She seemed more approachable when she smiled, and it made her less intimidating.

Mid-forties, professionally dressed, with the kind of careful composure that suggests law enforcement training. "You came alone. Good." "Who are you?" The woman sits beside her, not close enough to seem threatening, but close enough to speak quietly. "Agent Sarah Kim, FBI Financial Crimes Unit. I've been investigating Hart Industries for three years." "If you're FBI, why the secret meeting?" "Because officially, the Hart Industries case is closed. Leon Hart is in prison, the company is bankrupt, and my superiors consider it a victory." Agent Kim opens a manila folder.

They then sat right in front of Harvey. The inspector in the middle was a woman about twenty-five years old; she had short hair, with a beautiful face. She crossed her legs as she sat down, revealing black stockings that the two other inspectors couldn’t help but glance at. Harvey looked curiously at the woman. Judging from the situation, he expected to see the second-in-command of the police station. So, who was the woman in front of him? “Let me introduce myself.” The woman smiled at Harvey. “I am Rae Higgs. I belong to the Wolven Tribe, and I’m also Billie’s cousin. I’m the deputy inspector of the Outskirts New District Police Station.

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

But when I ask, “May I ask who you are and what you are here for?” He seems so nonchalant and shrugs before answering, “My name is detective Harrison, and I am here because a Robert Fedorov filed a missing persons report for his teenage daughter, Arabella Fedorov. He told me that he tracked her phone to this very place and then when he spoke with you, you acted suspicious.”

Beethoven’s Ninth filled the room. One of the detectives approached the TV to turn it off. “Don’t,” she said. The detective stopped in mid-stride. “I want to hear it.” She stood there, staring at Sergei, as his voice filled the room. His voice that had been alive only hours before. It was eerie. Grace circled the room once more. This time she kneeled. “We’ve already been over this room, detective,” the FBI agent said, impatient. She spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She reached down, far beneath one of the slick armchairs. She craned her neck and twisted her arm, and reached all the way under.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Dorian stood beside her, his arms crossed, brow tense. And then Penelope stopped typing. Dead halt. Her mouth tightened. A muscle ticked in her cheek. “Dorian,” she said, not looking at him. “You remember the Hargrave file? 2009?” Dorian’s expression sharpened. “The data breach at Zurich. Scribe’s alias was almost exposed.” “I was there,” she said. “Not by accident.” Silence. “I used to run intelligence for the Archive before you owned it,” she continued. “I was tasked with tracking anti-Velvet operatives. But… the Scribe offered me something else. Access.”

I was very famished yet, I conquered it. Lucky for me to have an amiable friend. The woman then started to serve the tea. A Teacup for both of us and a Teapot filled with Hibiscus Tea. It is very refreshing. It has a very tarty taste. I can taste a slight pinch of pomegranate essence. This is very pleasant.

But now that he is gone and no one is doing what he did, threats would form and hold ground. To execute something of this magnitude, Garland would have sent his people to the areas of interest and taken over from within. Nikolay was always quick to find these people and kill them. If you like, I can take you to Nikolay's Seer. She lives in Brome in the South. She can tell you how and why it was done," Elsa said, looking at Lucian.