Spy Vs Spy White Spy Novels & Stories

“Mmh-mmph!!” Tracey kicked the door, yelling at Arthur and hoping that he would explain to her what was happening. “Shut up!” The driver turned around and looked at Tracey with a mocking expression. “Let me tell you the truth. Shiro is a spy trained by Stephen. He’s Stephen’s ultimate weapon. Hehe. He’s been undercover next to Blair for ten years just for this moment. Did you think he really liked you?” Tracey’s eyes widened as she looked at the man in disbelief.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“Breathe. Look at me.” I tried. But the hallway spun. The noise grew. Footsteps pounded from the far end of the building. A wave of bodies pushing closer. Phones raised. Faces twisted in disgust, shock, curiosity. A mob. Aiden swore under his breath. “We need to go.” I couldn’t move. My legs refused to work. My hands were numb. My wolf shrank back, panicked, clawing at my insides. “Aiden” My voice broke. “I …I can’t”

Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me. Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..." The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me. I didn't melt or soothe them like I did before. Instead, I summoned the unique spiritual gift of the White Wolf. "Sleep." A massive wave of psychic energy slammed into their lust-addled brains.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

While some of the elders have bloodlines potent enough to challenge for the Alpha position and some of their ancestors had even become Alphas in the distant past, they had foregone that privilege to settle for the position directly below Alpha. That had further spilled into the future generations until now that it has simply become tradition. The werewolf civilization was more political than anything else now. As I stared at the news headline, I couldn't help but wish there was a different way. I remembered that the spy I put on her informed me that she had left the country and I couldn't hold back the anger that raged inside me. I wiped my table clean with a swipe, sending everything clatte

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

OMEGA MARY It’s incredible how much information people can access when they’re quiet. People like me blend into the background. If I really wanted, I could become a great spy one day. Spy Omega Mary. No, just...Spy Mary. I like it but in another lifetime. I’m content with doing a great job by providing excellent service. If I bid my time, I’ll be appreciated for every little thing I do. I smiled at that thought as I cleared some of the dirty dishes.

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.