Fei Hargreeves Novels & Stories

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.

Olivia plopped down on the couch with shock still running through her. Mrs. Morgan sat down and asked, “What happened?” Olivia looked dazed, “He is…” “What does he do for a living, by the way. I could not see his ID card properly.” “Lucas Gray, FBI special agent.”

The air smelled of sweat and stale coffee, and the silence was heavy, broken only by the shuffle of papers and the low hum of voices across from me. Supervisory Special Agent Reynolds sat flanked by two directors from FBI Headquarters, their suits crisp, their faces carved from stone. Director Hargrove, a wiry man with a hawkish nose, leaned forward, his eyes glinting with contempt. Director Patel, broader, with a shaved head that gleamed under the light, tapped a pen against a stack of files. Reynolds looked tired, his jaw tight, his gaze flickering between me and the table like he didn’t know where to land.

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”

" He can't help but notice it. In particular, Agatha Brookes is a famous detective in another country where he can't be easily manipulated by criminals. But I can't help you now since we're already facing another dead end in the investigation. "We're? Bitch no, I already found myself a lead and a clue to the investigation, and the best part, it was here throughout the whole time." "Tell me, what is it?" Agatha took another sip from her cigarette and blew a cigarette in his face. Gergor coughs for a second. It's not what it is. I have a better question for you. It's who it was? " There's a sudden knock on his door. "Come in!" Chief Gergor yells and someone enters the office. Agatha quickly sm

Seeking answers to your soul. Frey bit her lips, hesitant to ask the question she wanted to ask Morrigan the day she saw her ring and locket. "You are not just a daughter of a high-ranking official, aren't you? You are way beyond that." Frey's word is not that questioning her. She was convinced she is right and inquiring for Morrigan to answer her with the truth. Morrigan break out of her trance when she heard Frey's words. She propped her arm on the windowsill and rested her head on her hand. She looked at Frey's eyes who is already suspecting her identity. Her heart beating loudly but she acted innocently although she might have given herself away earlier. She knew that the way she spoke e

working non-stop on Laptop trying to crack the password of Laptop. This girl is Reese Taylor 26 years old. She is the under agent of a Famous detective agency in L.A and Amazing hacker in her field. She has no parents but has a lost brother for which she choose this field to find him. She don't have many friends and like to be isolated, She has only two friends Lily from her childhood ,extremely close with Reese and Edward from the first day of work usually she don't trust anyone easily nor she makes friends immediately but Edward persistence and friendly nature make her trust him. She has a Slim figure with tall height, skin complexion is white, hair is light brown with long hair till her b

The thought of losing again made them shiver. After a thorough background check on Catherine Hart, they still did not get a lead to the disguise. She was a peaceful and easy going woman with no criminal records. She worked as a librarian at the local library and caused no trouble. She was an unpopular woman who only got famous due to the circumstances surrounding her death. She died in a fire accident. "Hello, am I speaking with Agent Diana? " the caller asked, immediately Diana picked up the phone. "Yes" She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

There was an unmistakable air of power about her, her expression fixed in a perpetually serious frown that seemed capable of extracting information from anyone. She retrieved an ID from her jacket pocket and flashed it in front of the two local detectives, her movements swift and efficient. "I'm Special Agent Morgan Quinn from the FBI. We're taking over this case. Please see yourselves out," she stated crisply, her voice leaving no room for argument. Turning her attention to Emma, she softened her demeanor slightly. "You must be the famous Emma Callum. It's nice to meet you," Agent Quinn said, extending her hand towards Emma, who hesitated briefly before tentatively reaching out to shake han

"Since it's 4 PM right now,'' he added. Ignoring her assistant words, after getting some fresh air Rae immediately sits down on her chair. Her eyes latched on the files as she works analyzing some unfinished cases, including the Cannibal one. When the female detective works, she always forgets about painful things. It's a way to avoid unnecessary emotional pain. She flipped her pen around her fingers, focused her gaze on that aquamarine penguin pen. The stacks of paper on the desk won't get any less if she kept rolled the pen around her fingers and yet she keeps daydreaming about the gentleness of that crush of her, useless thoughts. "Did you miss him already?" she could hear a faint whisper