Moge Ko Novels & Stories

I looked back, did a brief scan and I confirmed Janet wasn't here before I turned to Sage. "Janet?" I said, more like a question. "There you got your answer." He smiled with a slight shrug. I frowned, unable to decipher what he meant. Janet? A mole? I put the two clues together and I couldn't help my gasp. "Janet is the mole?" I arched my brows while he nodded. "I can't believe this." "Yes, she is the mole." Sage affirmed. "And there she is." He pointed at a building that wasn't far away from us.

Thinking fast, she blurted out, “Koa, Koa—when is your mom coming to pick you up and take you back to Cordavia?” Koa & Moa: “???” ‘Mommy, what are you saying? We don’t understand a single word.’ Koa blinked in confusion but quickly caught on. He gently squeezed Moa’s hand. “I’m not sure either.” Moa: “Huh? Oh! Right, right! We don’t know when Mommy’s coming to get us!” Nash raised a brow. “Didn’t you say your names were Koko and Momo?” Briella: ‘What the hell are you talking about?’

“To make sure everyone stays safe, I’ve arranged for a few extra precautions. First, we’re installing upgraded security around the house. Cameras, alarms—the works.” “And,” Mason added, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket, “we’re giving each of you these.” He opened the box to reveal several sleek, silver necklaces, each adorned with a discreet pendant. “What are those?” Dave asked, leaning closer. “Tracking devices,” Mason explained. “They’re disguised as necklaces, but they’re equipped with GPS. If anything happens, we’ll be able to find you immediately.” Lisa raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. “Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

Momoo replied to her question. "That's good to hear Momoo." She smiled at her pet. Momoo had been complaining about Deo the moment he return. Deo had been using his own magic to loose Momoo with the group, the reason why Momoo resisted in going back to find Deo.

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

Everybody move out. All Mob: YES!!!