Novel & Cerita On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“Jenna is sitting with the staff.” I dropped my fork with an intentional, angry thud. “Did I not make myself clear when I arrived? I came for breakfast with Ms. Maxwell.” Charlotte appeared caught off-guard. “Your Majesty, why would you want to have breakfast with her?” I glanced at Alpha Rivers, who looked increasingly uncomfortable. Good. “That is not your concern. Regardless of my business with her, she should be seated at these tables, should she not?” Charlotte frowned slightly, clearly puzzled.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

Sir Cullen wants to speak with you ma'am" she said handing over her phone to me, "What is it Cullen? You didn't even let me finish talking" I said before he cut me short "Your phone is being tapped, I couldn't say anything. That was why I had to call through Carla's phone." He said "My phone? How's that possible??" I asked confused "Dionne's pretty connected I'm sure you're aware. She must have paid a tech company to tap your phone, for now don't leave the mansion. The security teams are on their way already." He said

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

She was supposed to see my grand entrance. “Let’s head inside and I can give you a tour,” Mason said, placing his hand at the small of Belle’s back and leading her inside. Dominic falls in line beside me, while the two stooges stay outside. “So, Mr. Preston, I’ve always been curious. What made you decide on creating a security team of different species of supernaturals? I couldn’t imagine that being an easy task. Don’t the different species bump heads all the time?” Dominic asks, surprising me with his question.

“You were sent on a mission. You failed. The enemy outmaneuvered you. You disappeared. That was the reality. And in this world, reality is protocol.” Her chest rose and fell as she glared at him, the man who had given her orders, who had practically molded her life into this weapon she had become. And now he sat before her as if she were just another name in a file, another ghost in the records. She opened her mouth to speak again, but then it happened…the sudden hiss of the door opening behind her. Heavy boots pounded against the floor. She turned sharply. High-class security men stormed into the office, clad in black, weapons raised. Secret Service. The kind they only brought out when elim

Tom gave her a sidelong glance, one eyebrow cocked, the silent question lingering: Do we stay or do we go? She nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and they both slid out from behind the curtain, careful not to make a sound. They crept down the corridor toward the library. The voices had moved there, and from the sound of it, things were still heating up. Mrs. Grossman’s hushed tone reached them first, her voice edged with nerves. “…without it, we’re stuffed. His Majesty's return hinges on it, and we’re not even close to locating the flipping old mask.”

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

‘He probably isn’t interested with the latest trends either’ she says to herself. “Yes” Sonia remarks; admiring the blonde in the photo. “She’s a real beauty; isn’t she?” Trying not to laugh at his earlier thought ‘she isn’t Simone;’ he looks back at the last photo. Her blonde hair and makeup have distorted her features somewhat. There was no denying who she was to Emmett. ‘Someone has been keeping a secret identity of her own’ he says in his mind. “Um… Yeah” he utters, giving a response to Sonia when he realised, she was waiting for an answer. “In a way, she is.”