Lover Undercover Book Novels & Stories

I can’t help myself, I stroke my finger over Harlow’s cheek in one picture. “She’s my world. At least… that’s what I thought. Wait a minute. She told me she was with some asshole at school, he left her with some lame note. Is that you,” I question. He sighs and wipes his face, then hands me the paper in his hand. “I was undercover,” he explains, but stops with any more information. I turn toward the paper. When I see “My dearest Sunflower…” I stop and look back at him. I blow out a hard breath.

He moved fast, efficient, quiet. Still lethal. The wall panel behind the bookshelf hadn’t changed. Still disguised. Still locked with a biometric scanner and manual code. I hesitated for a second, then pressed my palm to it. It beeped green. “Still works,” I murmured. He trusted no one but me. Which made this betrayal even sweeter. The panel hissed open. Rows of drives. Black books. Files bound in red twine. Some marked with initials. Some just with numbers.

Still, the Senior Cheerleader was inside her mind. Another example of which are the two rookie undercover spies. Although it may seem as if they are being carefree and living their ‘normal’ lives, or as the vocabulary of the ISO spies: doing their job undercover, the two rookie undercover spies were more clever than they may look like. While the Senior Cheerleader was wallowing at the thought that the ISO, as well as Hestia and Albert were planning something grand--- well, she was not wrong, but she was not right either. There is nothing grand to it nor were they planning anything. In fact, they are done with that part and all they have to do was to wait for the mouse to bite the trap and th

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Its worn leather cover hinted at a long history, whispering promises of hidden knowledge within its pages. With trembling anticipation, the spies carefully retrieved the book from its resting place. Its weight felt heavy in their hands, a tangible reminder of the secrets it held. They retreated to a secluded corner of the library, their excitement palpable. Flipping through the yellowed pages, they discovered a treasure trove of Xavier's kingdom's darkest secrets. The book revealed whispered rumors, clandestine alliances, and the intricate web of power that lay beneath the surface of the kingdom. It was a goldmine of information, a key that could unlock the secrets that had remained hidden f

It has the picture of two people, a man and a woman, lying in bed, tangled up in the white sheets and in each other’s arm, asleep. The picture makes my face heat up as my brain begins to process what must have happen for them to be tangled together…naked, as I see no clothing on them, except the sheets hiding a lot from the imagination. I do a quick flip through the content of the book and notice that some wordings have been neatly underlined. Has he gone through all these? Were these underlined words a hidden message for me? I stop in my scan at a particular page at the middle part of the book, as my eyes zone in on that particular word that has about three lines underlining it.

“That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.” “You're joking. And how many times have you attended?” I wrapped my other hand around his leather-clad arm. “I don't think you need to know,” I pouted at his answer causing him to add, “It's playing with dangerous guys who have a lot to lose. A sweet, innocent angel like you should not be mixed up in that.” Then he kissed my nose and transported me to cloud nine. “Then why do you get mixed up in that?” He shrugged. “I guess I'm no sweet, innocent angel.”

I asked, with my eyes wide at Cole. “The only one who’s not Domenico Guerra, is not wearing black, and is literally guarded by hulks? I can bet on it.” That was the only picture I was more interested in. Cole adjusted all the others back in the file and shoved it inside his black backpack. To say I wasn't curious about this man was wrong. He was like a shadow roaming in the dark alleyways, twisting and turning, all the while being the king. “So, the only thing we have on him is his tattoo?”

But as time went on, she saw some potential in both of them, what she couldn’t see in them when se first arrived, little wonder, the cliché, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover. At first, she thought there was nothing good in the both of them; one was uncultured, unrefined and unmannered and the other was well-refined, though a little bit of unmannered but they’ve ended up proving to be her best friends in a little while.

Plaster dust drifted through the air like snow, and the glass from the front foyer chandelier lay shattered across the marble floor, crunching loudly under our boots. Serenia kept her eyes glued to the back of my shoes, focusing entirely on walking. She didn't look at the bullet holes in the walls or the blood splatters near the entryway. We made our way down the narrow service staircase toward the basement, the air growing cooler and heavier with every step. At the bottom of the stairs stood a heavy, reinforced steel door. Julian was already there, holding a trembling Leo while typing a long biometric code into the digital keypad. With a loud, hydraulic hiss, the heavy door swung open, reve