Lover Undercover Book Novels & Stories

I took off my glasses and parked my hair up in a bun so the wig could fit perfectly on my head. After I got ready in my undercover outfit as a waitress, I went into the bar and served other people while keeping my eyes at the entrance so I can be alerted when she enters the bar. I waited for over fourty minutes before I saw a middle aged woman walk into the bar matching the photos I saw and a smile made its way to my lips. She took a seat at one of the high rise tables while some another waitress attended to her, I prepared a drink for her and added a little something to it to make my work easier.

But before I could go and get it Alex spoke aloud as to who was calling, making me gulp nervously hearing the name. Why the hell did he call me? Levias grip tightened on me clearing showing his displease hearing who was on the phone. ------------------------------------ ALEX COOKIE...what type of name is it... DREW It's a guy... RILEY Let me see...Let me see JULIA OMG He is hot.... look at his tattoos * * * * * Say who do you think is COOKIE? What is his relation with Neet? How will Lev react after knowing who he is?

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

the echoes of laughter filled the air. “I swear, Ladybird, I’m going to paint your ass red.” His fist clenched the phone tight enough the screen should have busted. “Ooh, promises, promises. I can make this all go away but I want something from you.” “What?” “I want to use you as a cover for my latest book.” “Excuse me? What book?” Since when did Presley Brookmore write books? “I write works of fiction, Cruz. This particular story is about a detective who is chasing a criminal. Agree to be on the cover of my book and I’ll talk to the officer.”

A place for secrets. A place for love that couldn't survive daylight. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air was cold and stale, but it still held traces of him, pine smoke, steel, and something warm that made my chest ache. I sank onto the edge of the narrow bed and pressed my yearbook to my lap. The cover was bent. A smear of dried blood marked one corner where I must've grabbed it after Selena kicked me down. Graduation. Everyone else would have pages filled with signatures and inside jokes and promises to visit.

He pulled out his phone and showed me the video of me on my knees in the library basement, moaning while he fucked me from behind. “Strip, Lila. Or this goes out tonight along with the first video.” God! What have I gotten myself into? Will this ever end? Tears burned my eyes as I started unbuttoning my shirt. The stranger watched every move. And when I was completely naked, he pointed at the desk. “Bend over.” I leaned over Elias’s desk, breasts pressed against the wood, ass out. He moved behind me and kicked my legs apart. “Such a beautiful traitor,” he whispered. “Now tell me… does Voss know you stole his most private journal for me?”

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

"You're sure you're not part of the short crew gunning for my head at the moment? That would not surprise me, just so you know." "First of all, I'm not. I have been you. I know what it is to be the new undercover agent and being sent into traps all in the name of cases to uncover. That's our job. Nobody handles impossible and unfair like us." He said. "But luckily for me, I did ever feel a little bit of connection talk little of falling in love with the target." He said and perhaps it was out of embarrassment but I laughed, shaking my head.

She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back. “Regent Towers? Really?” she said, fastening her seatbelt. “You finally stumbled onto unimaginable wealth, or should I be worried you’re selling organs now?” I laughed, shifting into drive. “Neither. It’s for a story.” Lilian shot me a look. “Since when do your stories involve high-end boutiques and formal gowns? Don’t tell me you’re going undercover at a wedding.” I kept my eyes on the road, smirking. “Not quite. I just need to look like… someone else for a night. Someone glamorous, irresistible—someone people can’t stop staring at.”

"Is it about Max and Regan Ferren? I wonder if I'm the only one here who thinks there's something not right there. I can't put my finger on it even though I spent two days with them." "They're almost too good to be true." Gavin Emery's gravelly voice rattled in the air. "I said that from the beginning." "Exactly," Lorena agreed. "And they might very well be. You won't be happy with what I have to say. Things aren't exactly as we've been led to believe." "Well, what the hell is it?" Kurt Cavanaugh demanded. "Don't keep us waiting. We have enough to be on edge about." "All right." She let out a breath. "I know Luis can be a bit uncontainable at times but he can usually sniff out trouble."