Spy Series Novels & Stories

"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.

Mr Jem said and Clarissa jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands gleefully, Mr Jem looked at her and shook his head, she has always been so expressive he wondered how she manages to stay uncover and do her spy work, she would have made for a good actress if she didn’t chose to be a Spy. “What are you trying to say" John asked Elena, his back was resting on the white wall a his head bent slightly, his fingers were massaging his temples gently, Elena could tell he was running of patience. “I mean something is not right, I can’t shake the feeling that am missing something here, I want to look at copies of the letters sent out the last time especially to the one sent to Britt" Elena said, her

SSHS 234 Once they were at the safety and privacy of Albert's dorm room, the two rookie undercover spies then began sharing the recording to the server of the ISO. Some listened to it and some tried to skim it as if there was a hidden meaning. But to the two rookie undercover spies, there is no hidden meaning at all only that there is a pattern. Such pattern is that all of their missions has been anti climatic so far. The only thing that contains action in them where the gunfights, the cross fires, and the need to save the helpless; so far there was nothing at all only the anti climatic things that his happening.

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.

“Unexplained DOAs, psych admittances overnight, anything tagged ‘unusual agitation.’” The watch officer pushed a headset toward him. “You’re piggybacked onto QPS incident board and ambos dispatch,” she said. “Don’t make friends. We’re guests.” Will’s pen started its quiet march. “QPS Command, this is ASIO liaison—flag and forward last twelve hours of Category X—aggravated assaults with altered consciousness, non-responsive ODs with no tox match, officers reporting ‘voices’ or ‘shadows’ on scene. Yes, we know how that sounds.”

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.

I looked towards it, I wasn't expecting anyone today, I mean not that I ever expected anyone at my apartments, I didn't have any friends, well except for Matteo, whom I didn't think regarded me as a friend, but we were close and I'd shared some personal things with him. I slowly got up and dropped the laptop back on the table before walking towards the door, I peeped but didn't see anything, I sighed out, maybe it was just security, or someone who got the apartment number wrong I slowly opened the locked door and there stood Spade, he was putting on a a light grey round neck sweatshirt, and a dark grey slacks, white converse, his hair was still looking a bit ruffled like he didn't style it t