Professional Body Double Novel Novels & Stories

I could hear the worried tone in his voice and some shuffling at the background. It seemed as though he was settling down. “Yeah, I am.” ”So, what are the headlines all about? I mean, is that not Sam, your bodyguard?” “Yeah!” I let out a rasped breath. “You were right from the onset.” “You... oh, man!” He sighed and then went silent. “What’s wrong?” “This is bad.” “What is?” “There’s a difference in the headlines. You've been accused of sexual abuse... involving the Gray’s heiress and there’s an attached clip that backs it up.”

"You worthless liar! Speak! If you've got the guts, tell the truth! If you don't want your son sold, then confess!" At the mention of her son, Orlena finally spoke. "Caspian's grades were fake. I manipulated things to boost his scores. The real top scorer is Miles! Also, Mr. Duskwood and I made a bet—a wager on who would be the top scorer this year. The amount involved is billions of dollars. And since Caspian reached adulthood, we've been lovers." Her words hit like a bombshell, rippling through the crowd. The audience erupted. A teacher-student affair. Score manipulation. A mind-boggling money-laundering scheme.

Even my eyes looked different, colored contacts turning my distinctive grey eyes to ordinary brown. I looked nothing like Victoria Volkov. Nothing like Anna. I looked like Sarah Collins, a forgettable nursing student covering shifts at Presbyterian Hospital. Perfect. The explosion should have killed me. Would have killed me, if I hadn't planned for every contingency. The body double I'd sent in my place had died instantly, a homeless woman I'd paid handsomely for one last performance. By the time the FBI realized their mistake, I was already miles away in a private car, heading to Dr. Chen's underground clinic in Queens.

Donald woke up at 3am and went to the library. He sat down and went through the company's record, growth, stocks and previous trade partners. He went through the list of employees, hired and sacked. He smiled when he came across a familiar name. Christopher. Christopher was his first personal assistant and secretary. He was more than an employee, he was a brother. Unfortunately, Christopher decided to emback on monastery. He became a monk.

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

This wasn’t anyone I recognized. Most importantly, Kai and Fynn were still standing at the doorway. So who—what—had managed to slip past them? I didn’t have time to think. The darkness swallowed me whole, and the world disappeared. ____ Author's POV: Asher’s body language relaxed visibly as he took in the chaos unfolding around him. Everything was going according to his plans. The twins were growing more exhausted by the second, their movements slower and less precise… but he didn’t care. His plan was working perfectly. His shadowy sentinels, hidden in the background, were silently completing the task he had set for them. As he spat the blood from his mouth after Fynn’s flying kick landed so

"Let me dry your hair for you, honey." Once his hair was dry, I began massaging his temples, my fingers moving deftly across his scalp. It was clear he enjoyed it. But when my hands brushed against his earlobe, he suddenly caught my wrist. His eyes remained closed, but his low, husky voice betrayed him. "Mia, where did you learn this?" By now, I'd slipped off my coat, leaving me clad in the sheer slip that hugged my curves. My pale, smooth skin gleamed under the soft light, every contour accentuated just enough to tantalize.

“They’re doing the thing. The villain collab. James is schmoozing his way through boardrooms while Dominique is running a financial hit job from the shadows.” “How can you be so sure?” Trevor asked. She froze. Crap. Can’t say “Because I read it in a tragic romance novel before I died and body-swapped into the main character,” now can we? Book? Body-swap? Is she okay? Nico and Trevor both thought. “Just... connect the dots,” she said vaguely. “Dominique gets fired but the embezzlement continues immediately? Using her exact method? And suddenly James, who’s been sniffing around both our companies, has access to accounts he shouldn’t touch? It’s not rocket science.”

Second drawer: extra holster, ammunition, a knife wrapped in cloth. Third drawer: empty. Her breath tightened. She moved to the desk. A stack of documents sat there, but most were ordinary security notes—routes, schedules, perimeter details. She flipped through them quickly, frustrated by how professional everything looked. Then she noticed something strange. One page had been folded too neatly. Not by accident. She opened it. Inside was a short list written in a hand she did not recognize: - west gate camera blind spot - Bellini transfer schedule - Reed / family background

Someone came in my way with an outstretched arm. Dale whispered to Krystal, “Krystal, Ray is privy to the business’ confidential information. It’s too much of a risk to the group to let him go. We should probably…” Krystal nodded in agreement. “Good thinking.” At Dale’s command, I was brought before Krystal. Several individuals then reached to pull my shirt off. As my eyes widened, I put up a fight and uttered, “What are you doing?” Letting out a sinister smile, Dale approached me and said, “I’m getting your nudes. If you ever speak about the children, those images would be released across the internet.”