Spy And Disguise Novels & Stories

But what was the science behind it? Before she could say more, I instinctively glanced around, searching for that cursed doll. It was gone. But in its place, I spotted a different stuffed toy—a pink plush doll, same size, same spot. On its chest was a big red heart pierced clean through by a sharp arrow. I picked it up and flipped it over. Just like before, there was a note stuck to the back. But this time, the name wasn't Colin's. It said Brady Stevenson—my name.

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.

"What the hell just happened here?” Toby breathed in amazement. “It’s called a disappearing spell. I had Sophia do the spell so that their bodies will vanish without a trace and it will look like they absconded from their duty post. That should distract anyone who might be searching for them for a while. I can’t bury them in the backyard in case someone comes looking for them.” Sally told them all.

There was hell to pay, and I knew precisely how we could strike back against those assholes. "How?" Desmier asked, raising his brows. "Last night, when I first noticed those men, I got close to listen to them." I hid well, and that was why I was always the best for spying and clandestine operations. Being sneaky was my nature. Disguises were easy for me. I also didn't have the traditional tattoos visible on my neck or arms. My brothers—and many soldiers within the Antonov organization—had the same emblem of a tattoo. Most were visible, the better for our rivals and enemies to take note and easily identify us as their opponents. I, however, had my tattoo low on my stomach and to the side. I n

I told the spy. “Make sure you don’t get caught. Use Code black. Everything must be perfect.” I said to the spy. If anyone was to pass by, they would think I was just standing there and zoning out. They would not see my spy because of their disguise, I already planned all of this.

speak of the devil and he shall appear, Nate turned around coming face to face with Spade His eyes moved from Spade's face, smooth and tanned, his beards, his lips that Nate has tasted, he felt his mouth water as he resisted the urge to swallow hard, then his eyes moved further down to what Spade was wearing. He wasn't putting on his signature black tux, instead he was putting on a deep navy blue three piece suit, it fit him just perfect, he looked dangerous and sexy. "Hey" Nate whispered back, suddenly feeling self conscious and small under Spade's gaze, he lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at Spade's eyes, after that day at the club, this would be the first time he and Spade would talk

Ayla’s Point Of View The woman crouched so that her face was closer to mine now, her perfume thick and cloying, her sneer sharp enough to cut glass. “Do you know what happens to spies in rogue territory, little girl?” she whispered, smiling like someone sharing a juicy secret. “They don’t get sent home. They don’t get ransoms. They disappear. Piece by piece.” My stomach twisted violently, bile crawling up the back of my throat.

The address indicated the spies' presence in a secluded area, shrouded in the mysteries of the night. Upon reaching their destination, the pack moved with calculated precision. Luna's instincts guided her, sensing the subtle energies that hinted at the hidden figures. Surprising the spies, the soldiers swiftly apprehended them, preventing any chance of escape. Luna, with an authoritative presence, oversaw the operation, ensuring the safety and efficiency of the mission.

“First we protect proof. USB stays safe. Then we trick Richard Carter. And maybe Daniel Whitman too.” Grayson raised a brow slightly. “Trick? How?” A small smile touched my lips. “Like spy movies. We fake truth release. But really we keep it secret. Then catch them.” Marcus’s eyes lit up. “I like spy plans. I will help.” Jamie clapped. “Spy! Me too! I’m a little spy!” Hanna laughed. “Little spy Jamie. Cute.” I leaned slightly into Grayson again. “Okay Knight’s spy mission starts. Everyone ready?”

How could they expect me to betray my own father? As I glanced up at the bright afternoon sun, a sharp pain shot through my arms and back, a reminder of what I had been through in the past few hours. Hugo stepped in front of me, interrupting my thoughts. "You are too much into character, acting like you are actually pregnant. Don't forget you are here as a spy. Do your freaking job." He adjusted the short wig and glasses I wore, a weak attempt at disguise so my father wouldn't recognize me.