Novel & Cerita Sister Spy

ZANDER. I recognized her almost immediately, when the elevator doors opened. She looked slightly different from the pictures I saw from that night. It was almost unnoticeable, but I saw the way she hesitated before entering the elevator. She almost squeezed the life of the innocent stress ball she was holding. She looked like she just got off work. I didn't know she worked in this building. I had more digging to do to execute my plans. She didn't look up as she entered. She stayed at the corner of the elevator resting on it while I stayed near the door.

If Caramel was not my sister, I would have had my way multiple times, and there would have been nothing that would stop me. "You do? But why?" He seemed to find my response unbelievable. I placed one hand on his lap. "Look Justine," I began. It took so much not to concentrate on touching him in that way. "I've known you for as long as it seems right, and I can almost say that I trust every word you have to say." I assured him. I wished that my hand against him could cause his body to act in reaction. "Caramel is my sister and I know the right way to get in her head, all you have to do is trust me." I said, pulling away even though it took a lot of muscle awakening.

Both smile at her with a thank you. “I never gave you my name Alpha Blake.” The woman says with a smile that lights up her face and her eyes. They sparkle in the videolink. “My name is Talia, I am the sister of Tabatha, who is currently spying on a certain rogue Alpha.” My jaw drops. Her sister is what now? “You’re a witch.” Allie states calmly, and the woman nods with a smile.

She asked him. "You won't believe what I just found out. That woman Mia is a spy who was sent by my brother's enemies to inside. I don't even understand how she was able to pull this off for so long. she always acted like she was in love with my brother and that he was an entire world but it was all just a lie and she has been working with people to kill him. I don't even know what to make of all of this. How did she manage to lie to everyone? How did she manage to lie to my brother? He really thinks that she's in love with him and he is even thinking about cutting off the relationship that he has with all of us just for her! She really wants to kill him!" Anna said as she handed the phone o

She had caught the echo of last night’s meeting and spun it into treason. Clever. Too clever. And desperate. When she came to me later that day, it was not with hostility, but with honeyed tones and feigned concern. “My sister,” she said softly, veiled in pale blue, her eyes shimmering with practiced innocence. “You must be careful. The whispers… they grow dangerous.” I arched a brow, feigning ignorance. “Whispers?” She lowered her gaze, her hands folded as though in prayer. “That you conspired with the Prime Minister. That you… seek to replace Damien.”

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!"

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

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.

She just copied it blindly. The joke was, my whole life's work was stolen, just because she submitted it two hours before me. The sleepless nights I’d spent in front of the cauldron, my eyes raw from the fumes. The burns that littered my hands. It was all a joke. My own sister, Cora. She stood in the crowd below the stage, her eyes red, staring at me in disbelief. "Sister, why did you steal my recipe?" Cora sobbed, her body trembling in front of the entire pack and the Alliance leaders. "I trusted you so much, I even showed you my first draft..."