I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

“You’ll be in Moonrise by tomorrow night, maybe the morning after–” “Are you working with my family?” I ask, my throat going impossibly tight. “Did someone in my family put you up to this?” “No,” he rushes out. “But you’re a Ghost, aren’t you? You–you’re some kind of spy working on the inside–” “No, Maeve, that’s not what this is.”

I definitely am not in the mood to handle any sort of confusion right now. “You will understand soon enough. But first, I'm going to start by telling you that no - I am not gay. B: My real name isn't Jax and I'm not from this pack. I come from a distant pack entirely and I was sent here to work as a spy.” The way the words just casually rolled off his tongue honestly shocked me more than the words itself, and for a second - just for a tiny second I thought he was joking. Perhaps pulling my legs or trying to prank me. Whichever one.

Ever since Arya barged in on Liam's almost-confession, she had been dodging him like he was a pop quiz she didn't study for. Her excuse? "First time Liam confessed, I wrecked it. Years later, he tries again—and I mess it up all over. He's probably plotting my murder right now." Serena laughed it off. "C'mon. He's your brother. No way he's mad at you." But Arya wasn't playing.

he questioned. "I'm sorry, but your theory, or rather, your conclusion, is quite amusing. To set the record straight, I am not a spy, and I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a rebellious person who ran away from home because I disliked my life there," I explained matter-of-factly.

“Who sent you. What organization.” “Nobody,” I said. “I came here on my own. I applied. I have the paperwork. I am a doctor. I am just a doctor.” The water reached my knees. “Nobody finds the camera blind spot on their first week,” he said. “Nobody checks pulses in rooms they should not be in. Nobody survives three encounters with my office by accident.” He tilted his head. “Who trained you.” “Please,” I said. “Please sir. I am not a spy. I am not working for anyone. Please just let me out and I will leave. I will sign whatever you want. I will go home tonight and you will never see me again.”

Pirate asked. “Makarius.” Pirate froze, then stood up so fast it was like he’d been electrocuted. He coughed, trying to play it off, but I wasn’t buying it. “What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “Makarius is just a common name.” “Bullshit. Stop lying. I can see it all over your face.” He hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’m a spy.”

“I’m going to kill Ben for filling my head with his bullshit. He’d convinced that you’re a pampered princess only trying to sneak your way into our confidences. You really haven’t ever even used conditioner before?” “Don’t be mad at him,” I pleaded. I knew he didn’t like me, and that he found me ugly and unworthy of him, but I still couldn’t help but like him. And with my filter gone, I started saying way too much. “I was commanded to do exactly that, so he wasn’t wrong. I am a spy, so you shouldn’t trust me either. Anything you tell me, they will be able to pull from me, whether I want to or not.”

SPADE “No. No wire or any device whatsoever. She will know it. Don’t worry, she won’t kill me as long as I don’t show hostility. I need this meeting to work,” I warned Wave, Quinton, and two other men from Osmium— Memphis and the tech expert, Yue. “She won’t even know it,” Yue insisted. “She’s an ex-spy. She would know.” I grabbed my phone and showed them. “Just this one. Nothing else.”

It was an unknown number, so I rejected it, only for it to ring again. This time, I answered on speaker. “Hello, is this Miss Harper Grey? We’re calling from a TV program called Family Forever. Your mother contacted us and said you’ve been influenced to cut ties with your parents. We’d like to invite you onto our show to have a proper conversation with your family.” “I’m not going.” “Miss Grey, we’d like to help you reunite with your family–” “There’s no need for that.” With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that.

I'm realising that there is too much secrecy around me and I'm fed up with it. The people around me are withholding a lot of information I feel I deserve to know. It involves me and that says enough. "Casey wait...." I stop in my tracks and face him. " You're not just a driver are you?" I call it out as I see it. "I am." I shake my head, refusing to believe it. "No, you're more than that. You're his spy, I can tell and don't even try to deny it. It makes you look far worse to me."