Rose And Peter Night Agent Novels & Stories

I nodded and stayed calm Soon after, a guy came to meet us. With the way he and Peter communicated, I figured he was a spy for Peter. “We saw Alpha Damien and Lucas taking Ruby at her pack house.” He said Peter narrowed his eyes.

Matt will be taking over the family business in a year and Nate is going to be his number two man. When Nate walks into the casino at 8pm, he smells fresh cookies. Peter- Hi there. Nate- Hi, who and what are you? Peter- I'm Peter, I’m your wolf. Our mate is here. Shut-up and go make our claim. Nate- Aren’t you two years too late? Peter- Maybe I’m right on time. Nate- For what? Do I get to mark Vanessa? Peter- NO! Just then Nate is pinned against the wall by a man with curly black hair and pale blue eyes.

Peter had brushed her off, to which she was stunned. “Don't mistake me for Mark! I am not your fiancé. A secret agent has to keep his eyes and ears open at all times. Your goal in this mission is not to get compliments by showing off your body or to seduce someone, but to pass out Adam's information. If you had focused more on your goal than doing it, you would have known how many people were there and who was talking about what.” Peter’s tone was sarcastic. Her face turned red with embarrassment.

My wolf growled low in my chest, anger and betrayal coiling tightly within me. I retreated to Dominic’s side, pulling him aside. “I think… I think Rose is working for Peter,” I whispered, voice tense, trying to keep my panic under control. “Every move we’ve made, intercepted… it’s her. I saw her. She’s… giving him information.”

The sight before my eyes was nothing I had imagined. “Over here.” A weak familiar voice spoke. I rushed over to the side of the deck. Peter lay on the ground with a bite out of his arm and lacerations across his chest. I removed my shirt covering his chest and applying pressure. I wasn’t sure Rose was able to cause such damage. “Red head. She took off after Torvi into the woods. Art and Jasmine followed. Finn was last with her. Don’t waste your time on me. I am already gone.” Peter spoke softly.

Its a pity he's out of town. I hope she cooperates because if she doesn't, I will have to use other means which may not be favourable for a fragile little thing like her. ROSELLE'S POV Six cameras. Barred windows. Three security guards outside the room. Where the hell am I?? Who are these people?? What do they want??

The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting” While staring intently at the flower, he smiles with satisfaction. Suddenly, a hand came from nowhere and grabed his collar. The officer with an angry face shouted: "Who the hell are you? How dare you destroy the crime scene? I'll send you to jail, swear to God.”

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

“So, what happened? “Peter finally demanded. “Rose is missing. She didn’t turn up home and she’s not picking up my calls either. I have to find her ASAP. So, I need you to track her location “I ordered, knowing exactly what Peter was capable of. Back in the past, we were partners who worked side by side. Peter was the tracker and I was the assassin. We complimented each other well until he betrayed me and destroyed all the trust that we’d worked so hard to maintain. Each one of us used fake names so that we wouldn’t be discovered. Our job was very risky and we had to protect ourselves. It happened that Peter isn’t even his real name. “No…I can’t help you! It’s not my problem.” he said lazily

"How is your grandfather?" "He is okay. Doing way better." "That is good to know. Are you hungry? Do you want to grab a bite?" "Yes. I am starving." Both of them went to have tacos. The next day A file was delivered to her office. Her phone lit up and it was a text from the investigator. “Here is the proof I could gather.” Rosalyn has hired a private investigator to keep a check on Peter. He is a very cunning man. He covers his track pretty well. But the investigator she hired is a former FBI.