Lover Undercover Book Novels & Stories

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

His focus was sharp, eyes scanning the financial reports on his tablet, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a meticulously manicured estate stretched out into the distance. "Boss, are you really going through with this? Staying at the branch office and pretending to be a low-level clerk?" Kevin, his private manager, asked with a skeptical frown. "Of course. Undercover work is exhilarating! Besides, I haven't caught the 'rat' who’s been stealing from that place yet," Dominic replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Is this purely the work of corrupt subordinates, or is it a scheme by... him?" "You mean your half-brother, Mr. Axel?"

A man who had claimed he was straight, but stole into my room to use this gay man's mouth. My hand wrapped around me. The touch was electric. A jolt went straight up my spine. I was already leaking, a clear bead welling at the tip. I smeared it with my thumb. The slide was obscene. Perfect. I didn’t move to the bed. I stayed at the sink. My other hand found the bottle of lube in the cabinet below. The cap clicked open. The sound was loud in the steamy quiet. I poured too much. It was cold and slick over my fingers. I reached behind me, bracing against the sink with my free hand. My reflection watched me, with black eyes like a bottomless pit and unblinking.

I saw the people who had built me and the people who wanted to own me. ​Then I looked at Liam. He was standing just off-stage, his hands clasped behind his back, watching me with that same, frozen expression. ​I leaned into the microphone. My voice felt like it belonged to someone else—someone stronger. ​"My name is Isabella Vane," I said. ​I paused. I felt the phantom weight of the watch on my wrist. I thought of the "identity truth" and the man who had supposedly betrayed me. ​"And for the last month, I have been part of an undercover investigation into the criminal practices of Vane Holdings and the Sterling Trust."

Joel POV “You dicks ready to get out of lockdown?” the CO barks as he walks by finishing count. “Really?” Shotgun asks hopefully. Me, I never get too hopeful. When it comes to the COs in my pod, I’ll believe it when I see it. I’ve been disappointed more than once and have learned the hard way not to be too optimistic when it comes to promises from the ones in charge around here. Once the CO has passed, I flop back onto the bottom bunk and turn on a television show. Not so much for me, but Shotgun doesn't have a television and I know he will want to kill some time watching something before they hopefully let us out for breakfast.

Vera doesn’t deserve to lie lifeless while he roams free, laughing, riding, living like nothing ever happened. So, I did what I had to do. I went undercover. I infiltrated his world one careful step at a time. I earned whispers of trust, gathered scraps of evidence, and pieced them together like a deadly puzzle. But Alexander Stone is no fool. To get close to him, I had to do the unthinkable—swear loyalty to his club. And then, I crossed a line I never thought I would. I let him believe I’d fallen for him. I smiled when I wanted to spit in his face. I touched him when all I wanted was to see him in handcuffs. I even let him into my bed, because every ounce of intimacy brought me closer to hi

All right, maybe this guy wasn’t so bad. “Well, we need information. I have a girl that we can call,” I said. “Me too. She’s from an underground information network called The Cherry Pickers, so we need to be careful,” Lyle responded. “Small world. Don’t tell me that your informant is a lovely lady named Peaches?” I said, grinning. Lyle’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh, it is a small world.” “You call her,” I offered. “She thinks I’m an ass.”

She could have used a cuddle just then, someone warm to curl up against, but she would settle for round two once the voice decided they were ready. ‘1B and 1C,’ the voice barked. ‘Stand by. 1A please move to the end of the bed and so your legs are over the edge. Remove your underwear and lie back.’ Esther did so, first kicking of her panties then undoing her bra, and finally scooting down the bed until she was sat at the foot of it, feet dangling, then she lay back. ‘1B please insert your penis into 1A’s mouth.’ Esther turned her head and shifted a little to make it easier. Curt moved to the edge of the bed and slid his cock into her open mouth. The latex felt smooth on her tongue. She wishe

Then he pulled one free and slid it toward me. Claimed. The title alone was a promise. The cover? Absolutely filthy—some poor wrecked woman and a man’s hand clamped around her throat in the most possessive, delicious way. My eyebrows lifted. "Subtle." Cameron’s grin was pure sin. "You love it." I opened the book slowly, fingertips trailing across the pages like I already knew what was waiting. And there it was. Tucked inside like a secret meant only for me. A black envelope.