I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

I explained to him that is exactly what I am going through with Harper. “You are in the same boat as me Tanner. Neither Kelly nor Harper have their wolf yet. We are smelling a scent from them that is pretty intoxicating. If she is your mate, that’s a good thing, right? Tanner, stop being a little bitch and go talk to her.” I exclaimed.

His teeth bared in hate and his eyes darkened with rage. "No...nobody, please," I managed to speak, struggling for air, but my response angered him. "Liar! You better talk now or you'll be sorry," He sneered darkly, cocking his head so that his dreadful eyes met mine, "You are a spy, aren't you?" I wasn't! Do I even look like a spy? "I swear by the Moon goddess, I am not a spy," I sniffed, "Please believe me," I whispered. Tears burned in my eyes and I watched them roll down my cheek, splashing on his hands.

"She's a spy? The rest of the others asked in disbelief. At this point, my heart was beating heavily on my chest. I did not know how I became a spy. “Miss Alana, is this true?” The elders asked while the others looked at me with caution. “No, no, no, that's not correct. I'm not a spy. You must believe me.” “Not a spy? Are you kidding us right now?” “I would never do that. I have no reason to spy on you.” “They are all searching for you and told us they'll kill us all if we don't provide your whereabouts.” I can't believe this. How did it turn out to be this bad?"

Oh really, so then what are you doing, what do you call someone who walks around someone else house in the middle of the night, tiptoeing and acting weird? Hiding so as not to get caught. You were so scared when you bumped right into me just now like someone who was caught doing bad. Ehnm… I'm not doing anything bad. I'm not at all. Oh really, then tell me what you were up to because it seems to me you were up to no good. You're like a spy. No, I'm not a spy, I not looking for anything nor am I doing anything I just wanted to… I caught myself before completing my sentence.

Jamie’s question repeats and echoes through the speakers, “Are you going to eavesdrop on our conversation?” I mute the speaker for now to prevent us from becoming deaf because of the screeches. “First of all, it is not considered an act of eavesdropping when you are aware that I am listening.” I explain, “It is a safety measurement, in order for me to go in there and rescue you when anything goes wrong. Just in case.” Along with a sharp gasp, Jamie strikes a dubious glare at me, “Are you secretly a spy?” Oh hell yes you are right, I am a spy, exclusively working for Henry Noservi.

And the final one, here we are with Toto lying on a hospital bed. Maybe he’s not a spy after all— just a plain Science nerd. And maybe I should also stop calling peaceful days ‘boring’!

I cross the kitchen. I think, in the three steps it takes, about all of the reasons not to do this. There are many. They are good reasons. They involve operational security and professional integrity and the basic ethical minimum of not doing this to someone who doesn't know who I really am. I am here under false pretenses. I am not Isabelle Renaud. I am not her devoted assistant, her trusted partner, the woman who has been building something with her in the quiet spaces between performances. I am a spy.

"I know what you are. A mole. A spy sent to destroy Matteo from the inside." The words hit me like a physical blow. My mind raced, trying to figure out how much she actually knew versus how much she was guessing. "That's not true." "Isn't it?" Caroline's smile widened. "All those questions you've been asking. The way you watch and memorize everything. The mysterious background no one can quite verify." She paused. "You're good, I'll give you that. But not good enough." "You're wrong." I kept my voice firm, even though panic was clawing at my chest. "I'm not a spy. I'm not trying to destroy anyone."

At my presence, he stiffened. “A-Alpha Damon,” he stammered. I unclipped his cuffs without a word. He collapsed to his knees, shaking. “Stand up,” I ordered, voice sharp as steel. Dragging the chair closer, I sat, rolling up my sleeves slowly. “Start talking.” “I… I’m not a spy,” he blurted, his voice quivering. “I was just passing through—” I smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. “You came this far into my territory by accident?”

I said with a laugh "So are there more of you out there?" Cameron said it “Yes, some of them are dangerous and some are not, so don’t trust anyone,” I said seriously “Are the bad guys we met yesterday?” Camellia said it “Yeah, but don’t worry they won’t bother you again.” I said to assure them "Is there anything else we should know as well?" Cameron said "Yeah, but nobody should know this, nobody, and I mean nobody, I'm just going to tell you because you guys are my best friends, do I get a promise?" I asked seriously because this is a very serious thing.