I M Not A Spy Novels & Stories

I had just signed a huge deal with a client and was about to drive back when I ran into Emily. She invited me to a cafe for a drink. She started by saying, "Ms. Spencer, back in the hospital, I thought Yohan was trying to test if you truly lost your memories, which was why I didn't speak up. I owe you an apology for that. " Emily lowered her head and continued, "I shouldn't have gotten in the way of you and Yohan's lives, and I definitely shouldn't have let money tempt me into becoming Julian's piano teacher."

"But I don't want to find him." Blanche sneered at her and face the floor again, wondering who'll knock back on the floorboards she heard Misha grunt. "Why are we doing this? Does she forget that we're spies?" Part of being spies is being witty. At least that's what it should be, but Blanche already got tired of it. She sat on the floor as her pointing finger grazed at the floorboards. She doesn't want to admit it but she's pining for him. And she's doing things she shouldn't do, when does this start? Was it when he couldn't shoot him? Or when she saw him? She doesn't know. She couldn't find the beginning much more the end of her misery.

he asked suddenly. “A spy? Me?” Amari asked, pointing to herself. “Yes, you. You’re the only one here.” “I’m sorry, but your question was unexpected. No, I’m not a spy. Do I look like a spy?” “The best spies are the ones no one ever suspects. You give off cute and cuddly, but perhaps you’re the opposite.” Amari’s cheeks flushed. Did Alpha Steele really call her cute?

~Kiara I was shocked to say the least as I had not expected what he had said. Before I could say another word, he gripped me and continued to walk away, pulling me alongside him. “No, I am not a spy. I am not a spy, please forgive me” I pleaded as he pulled me away. Although I had no idea where he was taking me. I knew it was not somewhere nice. “Please, forgive me” I pleaded. “I am not a criminal. I am not a spy” I pleaded with him again.

I muttered "I heard that"he said chuckling "What's my pay"I asked already impatient as the time was eight thirty "I don't know right now but I will pay you according to your performance"he said "What do you do for a living"I asked studying him I don't want him to implicate me "Am a spy"he said chuckling "Like a CIA agent, please be serious"I asked I hope he isn't a CIA they are on my tail "I said am a spy, like the American spy you know and am not a CIA agent"he said sipping from his coffee

Scott asks. “I don't,they do.” He pointed to a group of Soldiers with some instruments “And we don't have spy machines like that?” I asks “No, we don't sir.” I sigh, “then I have to be your spy.” “What!” “Sir.” They all said at the same time. “The moment they catch you, they will hang you.” Scott says. “That's why I won't go as a spy. I will go as I am. Alpha Kaden.”

I observed their interaction, noting the unspoken understanding that existed between them. Caught between their conflicting opinions, I couldn't help but let my irritation seep into my tone. "I won't waste my time being a spy in this 'boring' place," I retorted, my voice laced with a grumpy and cold attitude. "If you're so eager to uncover my true intentions, go ahead and interrogate me. I have nothing to hide."

I replied quickly. “I’ve been a victim of quite unfortunate circumstances. Staying here allows me to finally make ends meet for myself. I've been hiking since morning. It explains why I’d arrived when I did.” The man shared a look with his fellows, and I heard a voice in the darkness, but I failed to make out who spoke. “She seems clean.” “That’s how most dangerous spies are,” another voice echoed. “They all look clean at first glance.” “I promise, I’m not a spy,” I said again, a little louder.

My connection to Matthias is going to get my father and I killed. "Why did you end it?" "Because...it's none of your business, quite frankly," I exasperate, folding my arms over my chest. "I'm trying to make it clear that I'm no spy. I smell like him...well, for obvious reasons. That's it." I never thought I would miss that dark amusement he carries around, but it's preferable over the murderous chill in his eyes. "Does your father know?"