Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

Jay said sternly “Oh yes, of course. Your dresses will be kept secret until you wear them out. That is always the way when dressing Royalty.” “Actually, would it be easier for you to have workspace in the Palace. It really is important to keep these secret” Mia suggested “I’m sure Jay can find you a space that you could use” “Actually, after you have made the first 10 dresses or so for Mia, I was wondering if you might like to have a go at making some new uniforms for our team. They would be combat uniforms that could be worn in undercover assignments where we need to blend in. you could work out of the apartments with our team. I imagine you would like to see the team train and see what wea

He thought about nineteen weeks with twins under a work jacket and two hours in a conference room with Elliot three feet away. "Fine," he said. "I'll be there." ✦ ✦ ✦ He spent the rest of Thursday working out the concealment plan, which Maya caught him doing on Friday morning and which she watched for about four minutes before saying anything. He had the oversized security jacket, the formal one he wore for Sinclair events, dark navy, boxy cut laid out on the bed. He'd ordered it two sizes up when he started the job, which had felt like overkill at the time. It didn't feel like overkill now. He was trying to work out the best combination of it with a high-waisted trouser that would give him

“I thought it was right to let you know before anyone else did, so I came here first thing after confirming that the information was correct.” She was spitting out too much. My fist clenched, nails digging into my skin. God please, let it not be something terrible. Let it be something I could handle. Secretary Lee brought out a file, stretching it out to me. “Ethan Nikolai Cole. He's not a bodyguard. He's a…” “Spill!” I snapped, getting impatient. She sighed, the words rolling off her tongue. “He's an assassin.”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

~ROBERT AND KATE~ Kate climbed the stairs to the airplane she was assigned to, carrying nothing but her small black bag. She adjusted her blue jacket and white skirt before taking a step in to greet the pilot. A tall man stood there, awaiting her arrival. The white and gold uniform fit well with his bright blond hair and blue eyes. She could tell that he had taken the time to dye his hair. She could guess that he even did it for her.

"He wants you to dress like a player, not a piece." I unzipped the bag. Inside was a gown. It was deep green, almost black in the shadows, with a high collar and long sleeves. The fabric was heavy—velvet, maybe, or something older and stranger. Silver embroidery traced patterns along the hem and cuffs. Thorns. Woven so tightly they looked like they might draw blood. There was a note pinned to the sleeve. You cannot hide in plain clothes. At the Conclave, invisibility is not a shield. It's an invitation. Dress like you belong, and they will wonder why. Dress like you're afraid, and they will know exactly where to strike. —K

Ultimately, I changed into a very sexy short professional outfit. "Are you not going to work? Why are you dressing so sexy?" Garrett did not like what I was wearing. He looked at me suspiciously, which made me feel strangely guilty. "The school has an event today, so I need to dress a bit more formally." "Oh." I told a weak lie, but he believed me and did not ask anything else. I felt a little pleased but also a little guilty. Deep down, I was also secretly afraid of the home visit that day.

Luna responded with a bitter smile before finally taking the suitcase containing her clothes, which had been brought by one of the servants. "I'm leaving. Please take care of Father." Luna said goodbye, not suspecting Emily in the slightest. Emily laughed heartily to herself, her plan going smoothly without anyone suspecting a thing. Emily's scheme was so well-executed that she had a servant deliver a drink she had laced with a high dose of sleeping pills to Luna. And once Luna was asleep, Emily and Greta, the maid who had helped her with the dirty work, carried Luna's body without anyone's knowledge to the servants' quarters, where the incident had taken place, and removed Luna's engagement

To the rest of the world, I was a placid lake hiding a jagged reef. When we arrived at the Secret headquarters, an escort led us to a shared preparation den. The fashion shamans moved quickly. A stylist measured my stride, letting out a low, appreciative whistle at the length and power of my legs. She brought over a rack of gossamer silks. "Try these, Ava. With your silver undertones, these pale, ethereal shades will make you look like moonlight personified." I accepted the garments with a respectful nod. "Whatever the vision requires."

Sarah and Elena are inside, coordinating the end of an era. We enter, and the warmth hits me like a physical wall, a stark contrast to the freezing ridge. I move straight to my office, the temporary executive suite. Gabriel follows, closing the door behind us. I strip off the tactical jacket. The vest. The gear. It lands on the chair with a heavy thud. Underneath, I’m wearing thermal layers damp with sweat. The physical reality of the last four hours clings to my skin. I move to the closet and pull out the Armani suit. Charcoal. Tailored. The armor I wore in Zurich. The sovereignty I bought with Gabriel's $1 million wire.