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“Alright, the girls who have dates tonight are Sophie, Chelsea, Isabella, Anna, Maya, Stella, Natalie, Heather, and…” Valerie paused, consulting her clipboard. I was hoping that she was going to say my name. Even though I had just seen Dante yesterday, I was hoping that he had more information for me about Layla’s death. Or Sara’s death and how it was connected to the governor. After yesterday’s discovery about how many escorts The Golden Hive had already killed off, I wanted to finish this mission.

Moss knew what Blanche could do, of course, because of the others' insecurity on her becoming the youngest special, it's given that they made thorough research about her, and Moss was devastated when he read the results of their investigation. It was like knowing a fellow in your community died cruelly, her body was decomposed on the nearest sewer with her eyes wide open. The morbid, sweet, fiendish smell of rotting flesh was all around the area, which makes everyone curious. They were all prepared to hit their trident spikes on her just to know her story, but Blanche was a closed book, because of the power that was given to her, she became harder and harder to read every time. "Listen, the

“There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.” “Why?” “Trafficking, duh! It was like a full-blown Mafia business,” Harley said. “But before these assholes could execute their plan, some men in suits barged in and stormed everyone out of there.” “What men?” She rubbed her nape. “They had guns and this broach over their pockets in the shape of a spade.” Spade? “Why do I feel like I’ve heard about the spade broach before?” “It’s obviously Mafia business, B. It seemed like one gang was interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so decent.” She huffed. “They literally stopped human trafficking.”

“No one gets close to him unless he lets them. But we have a way in.” He tapped the folder. “A meeting. He’s recruiting new talent for his operations. You’ll pose as a mercenary. He’ll test you, of course. He’ll try to break you. But you can’t let him. If he senses weakness, you’re dead.” I’d taken the file without hesitation. Missions like this were routine. Or so I thought. 4 SABRINA Now, standing in the rain, I wasn’t so sure. It was showdown time. The building loomed before me, its windows glowing faintly in the night.

he asked. “Not one single. He is writing a series, about this Israeli spy, who has been brought back by the Mossad and a psychic girl along side him who are solving the crimes whose trails have gone cold. The Melitov Series is the one that I like. There are seven books till now which have been released. The eighth one is going to come soon enough….next week and I cannot wait,” I said as I clasped my hands and rubbed them like an excited school girl. “Great! Since you are speaking such nice terms about this new author, I shall take a look at him,” said the man.

Frank turns to his desk and sets to work on the cell phone Jason gave him. I’ve never been much of the reading type, and I’d rather not risk setting off any explosives anyway, so I opt to hit the wet bar instead and pour myself a scotch, no rocks. Jason decides to risk an explosion and picks a Sidney Sheldon spy novel, The Doomsday Conspiracy, off one of the shelves. I curl up on one end of the impressive couch with my scotch, and Jason takes the other end with his book. I shortly find myself drowsing off, courtesy of the scotch and my somewhat restless night of sleep.

She said and threw the book on the bed. "I've never ever told anyone and nobody knows asides my family not even Madison knows cause if she did I'm very sure I'd be in Garrett's custody by now." She pondered on the whole thing. "Anonymous is rich, a man and undoubtedly a full wolf and definitely one that knows how to fish out hybrids." She said picking up the book and skimmed through the pages. "I know you're probably surprised I gave you an hybrid book. I know you're one and it's why you need to be extra careful and not get into Garrett or Kendall's trap now that your friend is the spy Garrett set amongst us." The note attached to the book read.

Samuel said with conviction. “Let us hope so,” Rowan said. Then, after a brief silence, he said, “Speaking of fucking. Someone has been sneaking into our scientist’s research assistant’s room at night. Do you know who this might be?” “I was informed correctly. Was I not?” Samuel asked with concern. “You gave orders to stay clear of her, correct?” Rowan nodded. “I do not enjoy having my orders ignored,” Rowan said with a sigh. “Find out who it is, will you?”

He looked back at Nate, drawing his attention back to him "Listen to me" he whispered so no one could hear him, because the whole hall was pin drop silent, Nate's brown eyes looked at him, with rapt and full attention, he noticed the small touch of white Spectre on top of Nate's brown pupils or was it just the light illuminating the young man's eyes, he didn't know but the lights made Nate's eyes to become brighter and the brown lighter, making Nate to have that innocent bunny eyes, and at the same time dog puppy eyes. Spade swallowed getting lost in those eyes, he could feel his fingers twitch and blood rushed down to his groin, as he grounded his teeth together, wrong timing to be thinking

SSHS 115 It was… anti-climatic. Normally, in novels or any media that involves spies, missions and undercovers, it was always with the non- stop and packed with action. There was always an explosion somewhere, the anxiety inducing stand- off, the witty banters between enemies and the undeniable chemistry between the leads. But now, it was all the opposite of it all. It was anti- climatic to the point that the normal things that can be seen from a spy novel are nowhere to be found in this place. Although that is what was expected by the two rookie undercover spies as they were called to the office of the Dean, all that happened is that they were informed of the progress of the mission: about