Lover Undercover Book Novels & Stories

She wasn’t placed on the list of children to be adopted in the hopes that someday her parents would locate her. “And how did the soon-to-be-expelled child get his hands on such a top-secret file?” “Did I fail to mention he is an undercover police worker investigating kidnapped children's cases?” Kael pinched the bridge of his nose. “And shouldn’t you have led the conversation with that?” Darius chuckled a little. “Alpha, the police worker is young and infiltrated the orphanage as a lost teen, but unlike other children within the home, he has to constantly cause trouble to be detained in the library that only holds books but has secrets hidden in plain sight.

I’d entered this room a few times but I hadn’t noticed so many books, I wondered if he had just added them but I couldn’t say, I had visited the room only at night. I started with a shelf on the right side of the room. I couched myself to the floor and opened the shelf. It was filled with books, and novels, as in literature. I was quite surprised; Carlos didn’t seem the reading type. There was a lot I didn’t know about Carlos. The first book that caught my eye was titled Unleashed. I wondered what the book could be about. The cover was plain and contained only the name of the book. I opened the first page and there was a name on it.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

“Can you not read the title?” I looked at the cover of the book. But I knew that was not the title for I could see the make-shift cover, hiding it. I did that too. “Yes, but I am asking about the real title.” “You have good eyes.” She took off the make shift cover, and now I could read the real name of the book. It was “One Hundred Ways To Kill A Liar.” And I was lying to her. “It is a forbidden book, so don’t tell.” What she said was more of a command or a warning.

“They should be.” He slid into bed beside me, one arm curling around my waist as if that settled the matter. As if the whole world could burn outside these walls and it wouldn’t touch us. But deep down, I knew this wouldn’t last. Jasper Coleman didn’t do forever. He did control. Precision. Secrets. And I was still a secret he hadn’t decided what to do with. Still… for now, I let myself believe. Because if this was a dream, it was the filthiest, most addictive one I’d ever had.

Oliver laughed. “You’re already apart of the family, she is just excited about it becoming official.” I said as I put the rest of the fallen items back into the wardrobe. Another item caught my attetion, it was a book. “What’s that?” Oliver asked. “It’s the book my Mother used to read to me all the time every night before I went to bed and her Mother read it to her. It was my favorite book about the undying love of a mother. ‘I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” A tear clouded my sight and it fell onto the cover of the book.

Half an hour later, we arrived at my apartment. The boys all know the code to get in, so they are all now lounging around my home. Even though Jared is my principal partner in crime, for missions we are an eight-person team. Dumping the bags of burgers on the coffee table and the vultures attacked. Benny and Clint are our weapons experts. Leon and Sid are the surveillance gods, (their words not mine.) Harry and Peter are the IT/tech guys (f**king geniuses, both of them). After we eat, Leon tells me he has four packed suitcases ready in the SUV and has set out an outfit for me on my bed to add to my hand luggage. “It’s not your normal look, but you have to fit in as a rich teenager. Harry ha

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

I hung up and quietly headed toward the hotel. I hadn't gone far when a van screeched to a halt beside me. A group of masked men in black jumped out. One blow knocked me unconscious, and they dragged me into the vehicle. A bucket of ice-cold water jolted me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, Tasha slapped me across the face. "Thomas, you actually handed Nick over to a bunch of women fatter than pigs—how can you be so shameless?" I denied it again and again.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.