Sister Spy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Enduring the pain is Impossible so she cry. She cry uncontrollable. "A guard. I've got guards working for me". "They disclose important and spicy information" She unviels. Her for cracks. She cries non stop and futilely struggle for freedom. I heave. A theory comes to me. I've got guards who disclose relevant information to my sister. That summarize spies. I've got disloyal spies who work not for me but only acquire relevant informations. I really need be careful and wary of my guards. Not all are really trustworthy.

“Who is your sister?” “Mastermind, I`ve seen you on T.V, I`ve heard rumours. Please give me my sister, I`ll work for you if I have to. My sister.” He was starting to cry. “You`ll work for me?” “Yes, just give me back my sister.” “Who are you?” “They call me "The Breaker". There is nothing I can`t break into no matter how well is encrypted.” “I think I can help you find your sister then.” I said, “She`s a Receptionist, right?”

At first, the camera angle made it hard to see the other person, but when the second figure turned slightly, my breath hitched. Zara. My own sister. I stared at the screen, watching as the two of them talked. Their conversation looked heated. Sienna was smirking, Zara’s body language was tense and defensive. I smiled a little, already imagining Zara giving her a piece of her mind over the media chaos. But what the investigator said next made the little smile on my face to disappear instantly. “Your sister, Zara,” he said carefully, “was working with Sienna. From the information I gathered, they were both involved in the plan.”

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Parker said, “Warren, did you have your sister track down Ezra? Wasn’t she an agent of Harry’s? Why would she want to help us in the first place?” “First, I didn’t have her track the idiot. She took on the task alone. Second, she is indeed one of Harry’s diamond agents. Third, Ezra has a score to settle with her for all the damage he caused her. So, it’s not like she’s helping us. She just hates the bastard more than us.” William frowned and said, “But if you trust her so much, why do you have her monitored?” “And who said I trusted her? She may be my little sister, but she is an elite spy. Her secrets have secrets. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“Don’t remind me. I hate that little leach she got knocked up by. I don’t trust him at all.” “Don’t worry I have eyes on the leach. He is certainly not to be trusted. He’s not been properly vetted.” “You know we can’t properly vet him.” I remind Lorenzo. I would love to properly vet the leach my sister started dating around the time I killed my father. I knew that killing him would mean I was responsible for Sofia. She is eighteen going on nineteen with no direction in her life. She started dating some Irish boy named Conner Conely. It didn’t take long before she got pregnant. My sister swears she’s on the pill and that they used a condom, yet she still got pregnant. According to the doctors

“So what happened at her place? Why did you call us out here?” “Yeah that's right. Did anything happen? Is she the one?” “She wasn't a stripper. She was a spy.” “A spy?” “From who?” “She was Greg's sister. She came to take revenge on me for killing her brother and her nephew” “Jesus Christ” “Wait, what?!” “And you never knew?!” “No, I had no fucking idea! I was so dumb that I even made her my mistress. What a joke I have become” “Damn, she's good”