I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

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."

It was as if I lost myself in him, his gaze brought me peace, and that I would never deny. 一 Now it's my turn 一 He woke me up from the trance and put his last scoop of ice cream in his mouth, how had he finished everything so fast? 一 What is the real college you want to do? 一 I wanted to try psychiatry 一 I was honest, I was never interested in business or law, my dream was always to be a psychiatrist. 一 This is good and new to me, but why? 一 I wanted to understand how the human mind works, it's curious to me.

Then I looked at Joshua—the right-hand man of the CEO of this company—looking at me narrowly. "What do you want from me huh?" Angry? Of course, I was clearly angry at being suddenly treated like this. If these guys want to talk to me, it's best to speak nicely. It doesn't have to be like this. Basic human. “Don't play dumb anymore, we already know that you are a spy in this company. Your tricks are pretty good, are you satisfied with this company?”

𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎. ' 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!!!!!!! ' " N-nothing; N-n-nothing happens " I stuttered as I tried to composed myself.

I didn't know what to do so I laughed, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of what she'd just confessed to. She frowned, obviously taking offense. "what's so funny?" "You. You're funny. And here I was thinking Josie was the only one with a funny bone in her body all along." "You think I'm joking?" "Heck yeah. Yeah, I think you're joking." "Well, okay, but just so you know, I'm not joking. I'm not playing around. I'm telling the truth. I'm a spy. I work with the agency."

Don't you have any shame? Despite what he had done, he would not allow people to talk about it. I retorted, "They're the ones talking about it. Do you think I can control them all?" He was rendered speechless, and he hung up. Not long after that, I received a friend request. The profile photo was of a sexy woman, and I immediately guessed that it was Cassidy. After I accepted the request, she sent me an accusing message instantly: "Olivia, why don't you just go and die?

That’s not a location that screams love and romance to me. I also know this bastard, and he doesn’t have the capacity to think of anyone but himself. The problem is he talks a good game. He has that suave countenance that lures people in and makes them think he shits rainbows and puppies or some fucked up bullshit. I don’t know. I never once fell under his spell, and I don’t honestly know what made me so different from them. I could have been the drugs, as I never touched them, or perhaps they just needed someone to tell them their fucked up ideas were A ok to him.

I flinched, closing my eyes, making tears roll down. "What are you doing here?" He asked. My heart banged hard. "I asked you a question." His calm tone is not calming to my soul right now. "I....I was..I..." I felt the hard metal pressed on my temple, shutting me up. "Stuttering is the last thing to do with me, bitch. Answer my damn question." I let out a whimper. "What the fuck are you doing out here by this time? You are a spy, aren't you?"