Novel & Cerita Sister Spy

As we walked, my sister told me everything. It turned out that she had been working as an undercover agent for the past few years, trying to bring down a major criminal organization. She had discovered that they were behind the theft of the evidence, and she had contacted me because she knew I was the only one who could help. "I need your help, Jack," she said, her voice urgent. "We need to get that evidence back before they can use it against us." I knew I had to help her. It was my chance to redeem myself, to clear my name and make up for all the mistakes I had made in the past.

She kissed my forehead. We heard the door being opened and Michael came into the view. He smiled wickedly seeing we were both awake. Lucas used to work at Jake’s security agency. He was also a spy and that’s how he met my sister. My sister had her dark days. She got mixed up with the wrong crowd and made silly decisions. "How sweet, at last we can continue with our show." He pulled Adrianna and dragger her to the bed. "Please, stop it." I pleaded weakly as I tried to stand up to rescue my sister

She scanned through the woods, suddenly pausing, her attention on a dark figure blending into the night a reasonable distance away from us. “Is that… Is she crazy? What the fuck is she doing here? If this woman sees her, everything's over,” The Grishan witch, Deana said, and quickly, my eyes drifted to the woman standing at a far distance. She was the one we'd been looking for. She was the fucking Grishan spy who took my sister. “She's furious. She wants her,” The other witch said, and at her words, Deana released me, scoffing incredulously.

"You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!" She wasn't wrong. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, nor did my clothes bear any designer logos. But that was only because I was pregnant. Must a person really need to flaunt brand names just to prove their identity? Lara's eyes narrowed as she mocked me. "My husband's sister has lived abroad all her life, and I've never heard a word about her returning. Who do you think you are?" "Or are you trying to lie to me so that I would let you go?" She spat the words with such venom. "What a shameless, filthy woman you are!"

Hard to miss or forget. "You're just jealous because Daniel was staring at her all night," another woman replied. That sounds like Ficanzi, Nicholas' younger sister. She's close to my age, maybe a little younger, with light brown hair and eyes. I've only spoken to her once, but she seems nice. "I don't care what Daniel does. I already have Theo," Kianna replied. I heard a rustling sound like someone digging through their wallet, then silence, probably putting makeup back on. "They killed her boyfriend for taking her away, did you know? A guy from Moscow."

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

I said, holding it out carefully, trying to win her over. She glanced at it, snatched it, and threw it on the floor. Then she started wailing. The door flew open. Sylvia rushed in. When she saw the sachet on the floor, her eyes turned feral. She didn't listen to a word I said. She just popped her claws, half an inch long. Smack! She hit me. Hard. Her sharp nails tore across my cheek. Blood filled my eye, turning my world red. "Are you trying to kill your sister? You monster!"

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.