Spy Novels Novels & Stories

The blonde pressed again, making Spade to growl out before he got up and picked his gun, shoving it in the back of his pants, he opened the drawers on his bedside table, trying to pick out the perfect wristwatch for tonight. He felt Matteo right beside him again, brushing their sides together Matteo's hands shot out to the drawer as he pointed to one of Spade's, Patek philipe swiss designer wristwatch "That one" he whispered close to Spade's ear, making Spade to turn and look at him "it looks more fitting for your outfit, and plus it's your color" he added with a cheeky smile. Spade resisted an eye roll before he picked up the wristwatch and wore it around his wrist

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

"But I don't want to find him." Blanche sneered at her and face the floor again, wondering who'll knock back on the floorboards she heard Misha grunt. "Why are we doing this? Does she forget that we're spies?" Part of being spies is being witty. At least that's what it should be, but Blanche already got tired of it. She sat on the floor as her pointing finger grazed at the floorboards. She doesn't want to admit it but she's pining for him. And she's doing things she shouldn't do, when does this start? Was it when he couldn't shoot him? Or when she saw him? She doesn't know. She couldn't find the beginning much more the end of her misery.

Orlando stretched out his hands for her to shake and she reluctantly accepted it, when she did the feeling of closeness became stronger. ‘wait a second… I remember those glasses- I-I remember that face… that voice... it sounds so familiar’ After a few seconds, her blood ran cold upon realizing it. ‘Oh my gosh! It’s the guy who tried to kill me!’ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello dear fam! Just a short notice that there will be gradual changes to my work, but do not forget to add it to your library right now so you don't miss the new updates. Billionaire spy is undergoing final edits. Peace out! © 2021 Salem Goodness

She sighs turning around back to the screen walking away a little but stops turning to look at me. "I can only answer two of those questions but first, I'm going to have to explain something to you." She sighs slowly walking back over to me, I just stand still staring at her getting rather worried. "I haven't been truthful to you about my line of work, I'm not a lawyer that helps rich people get away with things they shouldn't, I'm a spy." She bluntly says looking at me, I stare at her confused not believing her.

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.

“I need you both to head downtown, to the Russian casino. There was a shooting some minutes ago. The police are already there, but they found some bricks of cocaine in one of the back rooms in the establishment which was why they called for us to join in the investigation. “Ok sir.” The agents chorused as they made their way out of the building into their car. Bryan had a gut feeling that the shooting was somehow connected to the Italian mafia. He hopeful that they would soon close the case which was long overdue.

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

“There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.” “Why?” “Trafficking, duh! It was like a full-blown Mafia business,” Harley said. “But before these assholes could execute their plan, some men in suits barged in and stormed everyone out of there.” “What men?” She rubbed her nape. “They had guns and this broach over their pockets in the shape of a spade.” Spade? “Why do I feel like I’ve heard about the spade broach before?” “It’s obviously Mafia business, B. It seemed like one gang was interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so decent.” She huffed. “They literally stopped human trafficking.”

SSHS 115 It was… anti-climatic. Normally, in novels or any media that involves spies, missions and undercovers, it was always with the non- stop and packed with action. There was always an explosion somewhere, the anxiety inducing stand- off, the witty banters between enemies and the undeniable chemistry between the leads. But now, it was all the opposite of it all. It was anti- climatic to the point that the normal things that can be seen from a spy novel are nowhere to be found in this place. Although that is what was expected by the two rookie undercover spies as they were called to the office of the Dean, all that happened is that they were informed of the progress of the mission: about