James Bond Novels & Stories

"Good. I'll be right there with you. Make sure to convey to them that she cannot elude capture." James grabbed his coat as the officer walked away. Before embarking on his covert mission to capture Don Sage, he hopes that this will be his final job. James was happy that despite winning numerous medals, his picture had never appeared online. Except for his family and his coworkers, no one is aware of his identity. He loved working undercover. It made it simpler to apprehend criminals.

He is wearing one of his dark suits but the first few buttons of his black shirt are open, giving view of the silver chain that he always has around his neck along with the Bratva tattoo on his chest. All in all, the man looks deadly enough to kill and sinful enough for me to spend the whole night fucking. But that isn't something I would do. No. No matter how much I want to. "It was good seeing you, Meera." James' scared voice breaks me out of my state of ogling at the man that I should hate with a passion. And by the time I finally turn towards him, James is already halfway out of the bar area. I deflate hopelessly in my seat, bringing the drink back to my lips as I take a sip, feeling gra

the man said, and there was urgency in his voice. " Hello boss" a deep voice sounded at the other end of the call. " I need your service right now. There is a girl I need you to track down and send me everything that is happening to her recently. Don't let anything out if you don't want your head off!" He said coldly and the man at the other end of the call gulped. " Ok ok boss... Send me her name", the man replied. " Bianca Jones", he said, and ended the call.

He looks at me with big brown eyes, and I feel like I can't possibly say no. “Well, I guess I can let it slide. But, if the real owner comes in here, I'll have to let him know,” I say. “Well, cheers to spies,” he says, raising his glass. I tip mine to his, then drink. He takes a sip, then asks, “What's your name?” “I'm not telling you, James Bond,” I reply. I like him already, but he doesn't know about me. He doesn't know that we aren't supposed to meet for a few more days. I don't want to ruin things. I won't let Aunt Sophia and the family down. I need to play this carefully.

Things like finding out the identity of the person who run the crimson vipers. And James was one of the few people he trusted with something like this. Aside from overseeing security at the Danvers estate, James was an expert investigator, skilled in everything from background checks to discreet surveillance. Liam knew he could rely on him not just for safety, but for handling any sensitive matters efficiently. When James answered, his voice was calm and professional. “Yes, Liam?”

"Sorry, I should have been more specific. The building is putting off heat, as in, it's being used. I can't tell how many people are inside." Jamie was grateful regardless. "That's still more than we knew. Thanks, Diha. You're like a regular Bond girl or something." "Bond girl?" Harper chuckled, though the sound was tense. "I think you mean Q. It was Q that gave James Bond his gadgets." "Wasn't there a quartermaster in one of the latest movies?" Evan asked. "How the fuck should I know?" Jamie wished he hadn't said anything. Diha chuckled, but it was an awkward sound. "I'm just doing my job, guys."

And, it didn’t exclude Liam or Jackson. As I walked forward, I felt Liam’s gaze sweep on me. It was something swift but still alluring, so mysterious. I almost gasped when I noticed there was another man in the room like Leah had said. Big James. His expression was a rugged one, which suited him for a business man. While his haircut; a bald one which left a minimal amount of hair at the sides of his head. It was like nothing had changed from the time I had last seen him. There was the same moustache that spread out his lip line.

"Don't test me. I have over ten different ways to kill you in a manner that won't alert the police." "Do that after you find £10,000." He grins before waving and leaving. "Panda King, you arrogant bastard!" I shout indignantly.

“Okay, James.” He took another sip from his drink and placed the flute glass on the lounge chair. Then he took off his suit and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Turning to look at me, he winked, and finally removed the shirt, revealing his broad, muscular features glazed with tattoos. I gulped down the drink in my throat as I stared at him. James was a handsome man, with all his features in place, it was hard not to have the urge to run my hands over him.

"He already tried to have me killed once today. I doubt a second attempt would surprise anyone." "Who was he?" Alex nodded toward the dead man. "Private security," James replied. "One of the specialized team your father keeps off the books. They've been tracking me since Monaco." Alex felt Sonia stiffen beside him. "Then this location is compromised," she said. "We need to move. Now." "Not before I get answers," Alex insisted, looking between his mother and James. "I want the truth. All of it." Geneva finished bandaging James's arm with supplies from a small medical kit she'd produced from her bag. When she straightened, the elegant socialite was gone, replaced by a woman with steel in her s