Spy Thriller Novels & Stories

She purred, her fingertips tracing a scorching route down his chest, lighting a fire of want that threatened to swallow him. Caleb's resolve weakened his thoughts a jumble of competing emotions and loyalties. On the one hand, Miranda was his ride-or-die, his accomplice in crime, and the only person who truly understood his ruthlessness. On the other hand, there was an unmistakable attraction to Yuria, a gravitational force that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

she said, I eye right on me. Okay, what is this bitch trying to bring out right now, huh. “But I'm not a spy though,” I responded as I placed my gun on my shoulders. “Yeah sure let's just go with that for now that is, now try not to ruin this okay, bye then,” she responded with a smirk and then she took off. Oh that bitch, seems like she still suspects me huh, now I definitely can't flunk this game no matter what. I immediately followed the other part and then, the traps started, it wasn't that difficult to avoid seeing I already saw most of them and how they came up in the first game.

She yelled. What happened to her? "I don't know what?! You're scaring me!" I said with my voice slightly raised. "Your life would be in danger if you knew, it already is and the least I can do after giving me hope for my dad is to tell you the truth." "What truth?" "You know I've never been one to beat around the bush so I'll just say it." She took a deep breath before she continued. "I'm a hired killer." She confessed.

The look he shoots Kalix sends a chill down my spine. Yes, ME, a girl who once had an encounter with an Italian Mafia Don during a trip back in the motherland... don't ask, just use it as context here. "So, you brought her here?!" Max lashes out at Kalix. "The cause of all this chaos in the first place?!" Hold on a second. Did he just say I'm responsible for something I have absolutely no clue about? My slayer senses are telling me you're about to explode... You're damn right I am!

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.

Together, we were unstoppable. But there was something in her eyes, a flicker of something I couldn’t place. Doubt? Fear? It didn’t matter. She would do what needed to be done, just like she always did. 43 SABRINA The first shot shattered the window, glass raining down around us like deadly confetti. Viktor grabbed my arm, pulling me down as more bullets tore through the air. His men were already moving, their guns blazing as they returned fire. The room erupted into chaos, the deafening roar of gunfire drowning out everything else.

I arched under him, breathing hard. He moved further down until his mouth was just hovering over my hard cock. Then he looked up at me. I saw that his eyes were dark with the same desire that was over mastering me. His voice was rough when he spoke. "You want this?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered in a shaky voice. My gaze never left him as he spat on my cock, the warmth of his spittle arousing. He wrapped his hands around the thickness of my dick, spreading the liquid. A thick moan left my lips the moment he began rubbing the head slowly.

"Go on. What exactly are these 'special gifts' you're talking about?" She acted as if she was waiting for that very moment. With a swift turn, she dug into her faded old backpack and pulled out a clear plastic bag. Inside were several sets of women's lingerie. "If we didn't have that kind of relationship, why would you give me intimate clothing?" she accused. The audience was in an uproar, and the reporters zoomed in on the bag of lingerie, their cameras clicking nonstop. Sarah grabbed her phone and flashed the screen at me. "Look at this! Here's the seven thousand and five hundred dollars you sent me to keep quiet. You can't deny this!"

Alison stood still, her breath halting in her throat. The faint noise of footsteps near the cabin sent a chilling shiver down her spine. She clutched the sides of the sofa, her mind racing. Nicholas had vanished into the hallway, leaving her to confront whatever—or whoever—was awaiting her. The shadow moved once again, gliding past the window. Alison felt her heart beating faster as the soft sound of crunching leaves grew louder. She gulped nervously, her instincts screaming at her to remain quiet.

There was no time and J wasn't something I wanted to deal with. Quickly I made it to the room. Placed the bomb on the safe. Immediately I opened it, to my surprise the disk wasn't there. Before I could get up, I heard a trigger pull. “Stand up, slowly” It was none other but the fish we were fishing. “Who are you?” “Answer me!” He yelled. I turned around and saw how he was shaking. “I didn't ask you to turn” “I'm an agent” “Ohhh, the CIA. You guys have been unto me for some time now”