I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

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?”

"We are not men." "Even better brother. We cannot die." "Hm. I sincerely do hope that you know what you are doing. I have taken my hands away from this. I shall no longer be a spy." "Once a spy, always a spy." "I quit." "You better not blab. Don't snitch cause you will hate the outcome." The whispering stopped. Only the faint sount of a ragged breathing. Then footsteps echoing the passage, becoming even more faint until it disappeared totally.

I snapped. I was tired. It had been a few days of endless stress trying to fit into this new world and not let anyone on to what I was really doing. Having to constantly remember that I was Arianna Lupa Avaroux and not Aria Thorlacius was beginning to take a toll on my psyche. "But then we would lose this perfect mother and son bonding moment, where we can start being completely open and honest with each other," Noah slurred. "What do you want?" I hissed, wanting so much for this to end. "Do you want me to confess that I'm a spy for the Hansons, that I'm just playing a game while I prance around in these ridiculous dresses gathering information to take you all down?

"Explain to me, why should I not consider you personally responsible for this?" The spy's throat moved up and down, terror evident on his face. "Sir, I... I didn’t intend for her to spot me." I swear, I was careful. She must have been suspicious from the start. I was only doing what you—” Thane cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. “Enough of your excuses. I hired you to be invisible, and instead, you’ve exposed yourself like an amateur.” He stepped closer, his frame casting an imposing shadow over the spy. “You don’t understand the consequences of failure, do you?”

At least I had seven days to live happily with my mate. “Why didn’t you tell me you were an elite member of the Stellar Genius Society?” I was immediately on my guard. Obviously, I didn’t want him to probe about my true identity. “Who would believe me? This is the only place where everybody hates me and I have no idea why. I have harmed no one. Yet they consider me a spy, a criminal.” He placed his hand over mine to comfort me, and it worked like magic.

" He questioned. I shook my head in disagreement, as I shivered.``No! Not at all! I'm not a spy. After all, you can check it out yourself by going through some findings. I'm not a spy!" I replied. The guard sighed, taking a close look at me. From his reaction, I could tell he wasn't convinced enough. He cleared his throat."So what was the reason why you had stepped out since you claim you're not a spy?" He asked.

" You are . I have watched you closely enough to learn a little about you . You are tough , a rather hard nut to crack , you are smart and incredibly loyal towards your friends and these qualities are something that I deeply admire . But I don't know why sometimes you hold yourself back , you can be pretty confident sometimes but you are also self conscious . Take it as I'm trying to chip in your armour " " Oh chipping in my armour ? " giving him an overly fake smile , I gritted out " Then why don't I give it a try ?" " Sure why not ?" " You are an overly confident , smooth person who loves to come out as an extremely wonderful flirt and social guy but in reality you are nothing like that ,

I took that as my cue to continue. “You told me my photography skills are all you need from me, so why am I going on missions? Did I sign up to be a spy? No!” I scoffed with disbelief. “So, what is this nonsense, Miss Selena? Anyway…” I shook my head. “I am not going. I have no intention to risk my life for any-”

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

Spy… The words sounded off to me as I was still forcing my mind to be able to comprehend whatever was happening. "No…I am not." My voice shook as I forced myself to speak. I swallowed the lump behind my throat and could feel its bitterness, going downward into my lungs till I forced myself to breathe. "If you are not a spy then who are you?" It was the woman speaking now, and judging by her tone I was definitely the last person she was expecting to see. I tried to get up, perhaps, it would change the way they saw me, perhaps it would help to force that bit of air out of my lungs.