Harriet The Spy Novels & Stories

Really, this school is for those who wants to make a name in every aspect of the world economy, and amidst all of this, a girl walked through the corridors of the school, not knowing that she caught everyone's attention as she passes by. "Your missions will be given to you, in the meantime, stay at low profile." Said the voice in her wireless radio. "Roger that Al." This girl is Hestia Leblanc a.k.a Blanc. She is a spy sent by the ISO or International Spy Organization to regulate and eliminate certain persons ordered by the organization. Hestia is one of the top and youngest spy of the org, she specializes in infiltration and information collection. However, despite being ordered to keep a l

‘What’s on your mind? Harriet’s eyes welled with tears. ‘I made a terrible mistake this time. I put all of you in danger, especially Callie. Not only did I fail to recognize the implant when they inserted the chip into my scalp, but I also neglected my duty to investigate the cause of my discomfort. Still, you’ve entrusted me with this mission.’ Elias raised an eyebrow. ‘Do you not want to take on this mission?’ Harriet’s reply was swift. ‘I do want it, but I can’t help but feel responsible for the error.’

They gave her a fake name for peace. He gave her a nickname for war. Journee Sinclair was sent to Crestview University to prove her father's pack could coexist with the enemy. Instead, she walked in on the one secret that changes everything — and looked straight into the eyes of Kingston Reyes, the Alpha heir who has spent two years pretending she doesn't exist. He calls her his "little spy." She calls him a liar. Neither one is wrong. "Why do you even care?" she whispered. "Because I can't stop," he said. But Kingston has been hiding more than his obsession. His father is watching. His pack is bleeding secrets. And the bond neither of them chose could get her killed the moment anyone f

She was correct that Hent has a part in her body, maybe, a microchip, that reported everything that's happening to her in the organization, and now that she was on the mansion's basement, maybe Bon and Doe listened to Hent's report. She felt betrayed, that everyone knew what she was doing and that everyone concluded what she must've felt. They formed a reason on their mind that she did that because of that or this. It was like she became a book that anyone could read. It was like on a 24/7 live broadcast where her thoughts and actions were summarized and reported just like what Hent did. It pained her, but she tried to conceal it and balled her fist. She must've thought of nothing, she shoul

“People. Places. Fragments. Some of them matched with families who got closure. Some didn’t.” She flipped through the pages, fingers tracing faded ink. Then she stopped at one entry and tore it out gently. “This page… he mentioned three names more than once. A woman named Evelyn Hart, another called Mariam or maybe Odessa, and something else — a code or maybe a name — ‘F.R.E.Y.” My breath caught. “Frey?” She shook her head. “No — he spelled it out letter by letter. Repeatedly. Whispering, sometimes shouting.”

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” 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.

Madden demanded. “Meaning? This was your favorite show when you were a kid, wasn’t it?” Mr. Hart asked, a psycho smile twisting his face. “It was—but that was then. Let them go.” “Why? They are traitors,” Mr. Hart snarled. “They are innocent,” Madden snapped. “The cameras showed the spy wasn’t human. They tried to attack, but she was too strong. She dropped a letter with numbers—8 . 5 . 2. Do you know anyone who uses numbers to communicate?”

Emily kept whispering prayers beside her mother. "She did all this for us," I finally said, breaking the silence. "She was the one collecting information... spying for us, helping us bring Julius down." "And he found out," Williams muttered bitterly. "And he nearly killed her for it." "This is war now," Emily whispered. "No," Sasha said quietly, wiping her tears. "This is justice. And it's only just beginning." We all nodded, our hearts beating in unison, each of us holding onto hope that Harriet would survive the night.

I began to panic out of fear. "Please be alright," I said to the wind, hoping a guard did not take her to have his way with her. I shifted and followed her scent. Clay and Maxwell copied me, and we began to follow her scent. We moved for an hour, tracking her scent and faint footsteps. We saw an indentation on the ground where she must have fallen while running. Was she naked, or did her helper give her clothes? I was troubled. Her scent led all the way to the highway and disappeared. I smelled the burnt tire scent and howled at the moon. Scarlett had hitched a ride. I plopped by the side of the road, distraught. I did not know what to do.

She needed to get the job if she wanted to get into Interpol and she was going to make sure she did, even if it meant working for the handsome mysterious man I'm front of her. She met his eyes and swallowed. "Like I said Mr Parker, I am Selena March and I am your newest employee." Asriel raised his right eyebrow and leaned in tiwards to her, a small unfriendly smile on his lips. It gave Selena chills but she still held his intimidating gaze. "Determined are we not?" He whispered to himself. "What is it that you want really Selena?"