I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

Brena and I looked at Isabelle together and after a while, I looked at Brena. “Why?” Brena asked in surprise when she noticed how I looked at her. ~~~ IN THE END I still haven’t told Isabelle and Brena the real reason, even though Brena knows the others, I still haven’t told my real reason is to spy on Andrew. Upon entering the room, I received a call from, “Shin?” Immediately, the question came to my mind: why is he calling? Did he just make the wrong call? But when he missed five calls in a row, I answered his call.

He was leaning against his desk, the banked coal of his eyes catching the orange flicker of the hearth. "You heard," he said. It wasn't a question. "I'm not a spy," I whispered, my voice sounding paper-thin in the heavy room. Silas walked toward me. He didn't stop until he was in my space, the scent of cedar and rain-drenched earth wrapping around me like a shroud. He reached out, his thumb catching my chin and tilting my face upward so I had no choice but to see the raw, terrifying honesty in his gaze. "I know you aren't a spy, Zara Fen," he breathed, his voice dropping into that low, magnetic register that made my blood hum. "Spies are easy to kill. You? You're something much worse."

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?"

He also sported a broken nose, looking every inch the perfect work of art created by a sadist. I realized that he was the bouncer and also knew that I would be dead within minutes if I couldn't explain my unexpected presence to his satisfaction. “I'm not a spy.” I blurted out the first thing that sprang to my mouth, wincing as the words got out and realized that they were stupid. Of course, a spy wouldn't admit to being one. He smiled, a wicked one showing brown and tainted teeth. “Would you say you were if you were one?”

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?”

The one that tries to protect his friends from being electrocuted; besides, you aren't helpless. "Or maybe an asshole?" I answered. "Enough, both of you and as for you," he pointed at me. "I can see that you are exceedingly bad-mannered." "Excuse me, dimwit." He paid me no attention and turned to Eli. "Are they spies?" "I don't think so. Because they make a hell of a noise, Aren't spies supposed to be quiet?" "Stop talking about me like I am not here. What did you say about my manners?" I asked.