I M Not A Spy Mga Nobela at Kwento

A strange chill crawled down my spine. “And how is that supposed to be my fault?” I asked. Rafael straightened in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as he studied me. “Who are you, Zyra?” His voice dropped lower. “And don’t give me that bullshit story.” A small laugh escaped my lips despite the tension curling in my chest. “Firstly,” I said calmly, “I’m not a spy. And I would never want to spend my precious life living in hell like this place.”

Just one mistake, my life will be taken away. "Are you a spy?" he was looking at me seriously. What spy is he talking about? What am I, agent? Did I join the mafia? How can I be a spy? I didn’t even know them and I didn’t know how I got to this place. After all, they should be the ones I blame. Did they kidnap me? I could not answer out of fear. The kind man calmed him down. “That’s enough, Cozen. She doesn't look like a spy.”

The question came out of the blue and definitely made no sense to her. " I don't think I perfectly understand what your question is actually about. " " Who are you? Sophia, there is something not right about you. " " Something is not right about me. " She said. " Do you think of me as a spy?" Derek eyed her. " Are you one? Are you a spy?" " No. I am not a spy. I came to the land with no bad intentions. I apologize if I must have given you a reason to worry. "

"Don't underestimate yourself. You've worked for Luke Johnson for some years and have met various sorts of people. I trust you know how to handle well in different situations and can be a good spy." "Xenon." Miya spoke in a rather serious and genuine tone now, "honestly, i'm good at cooking;I can give you massage treatments, and l'm a designer, but being a spy and telling lies is not what I'm good at.' She almost pleaded. Seeing how awkward she felt, Xenon smiled and beckoned her Over. He took her into his arms, and Miya sat on his lap. Lifting her chin up with his long slim fingers and looking right into her eyes, he asked,"You really don't want to be a spy?

Lydia and Tilda where standing behind me and they had whips, they where ready to flog the truth out of the man if he was not ready to say the truth. "Calm down let me catch my breath, I would tell you everything," the man said. "Let us kill this man and get going," Tilda drew out her sword. "Wait, why are you that in a haste? I have promised to tell you everything," the man said. "Okay you have rested enough start talking," I said. "I am a spy," the man said. "A spy from where?" Lydia asked. I could see excitement in her eyes, I guessed she liked the idea of spies.

Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she said, “Sorry, I’m not interested. It seems like this is the best you can do.” Theodore’s expression turned anxious. Desperate, he tried again, “Iv, this is no joke! I’m telling the truth! These two spies have been in the company all along, and they pose a significant…”

I'm doomed. He continues, "Now, you've got two minutes to tell me exactly why you did this, but I have my own theories. Answer me this first: are you a spy?" "No," I say without hesitating. "I'm not a spy. I'm just a girl from a small town that needed a job." "This," he taps at the photo. "Isn't part of your job. You did this for a very specific reason. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right here. If you're not a spy, then what the fuck are you?"

Tyler POV Where are my damn spies when I needed them, none of them has reported to me, I don't want to believe they betrayed me and moreover it isn't possible for all of them to betray me, I sent countless of my trained spies who I can trust and since they also fear me they will want to be on my good side and it’s not like I care if they are not because if they don’t tell me what I really want to hear, I will be killing them nonetheless.

If the people knew that she's a mystery solver, she have no choice but to accept it. As long as the syndicates don't know that one of the Garcias is alive, she knows that she's safe. "I'm Daniel Sanchez, first year highschool! You and your Auntie are so good. By the way, I also watch your movies," the boy spoke. "Can I have an autograph on this book?" "Autograph? From who?" Shaira asked anticipatedly. Approaching her friends after coming out of the car. "From me?" "No," the boy spoke. Shaking his head while smiling, "I want an autograph from Raine!"

“I know more than you think I do.” “No you don’t.” “I do.” “Really?” I snort. “Then do you know I'm a spy?” I silently gasped. I didn’t even realize that I blurted out those words when it was all too late. Why do I become dumb as such critical moments? Damn it, I got too worked up for nothing! “I… I mean-,” "It doesn't matter," he says, cutting me off. “What?”