Spy With My Little Eye Novels & Stories

Ethan noticed that someone was looking at him, he roamed his eyes around, but there was nothing. He was writing down on his notes and listening at the same time. This time, he knew where the stare was coming from. He moved his eyes towards his left. His heart started racing when he met with that girl's eyes. She immediately shifted her gaze and continued writing. As far as he remembers, her name's Dianna. She must know something – the way she stared at me, he thought. However, he cannot just let himself be bothered by it. As long as she won't harm, then that is fine. A stare won't do any harm.

He pulled a business card out of his pocket and passed it to Chloe. She nodded, looking hopeful. "Thank you." When they got into the Jeep, Randy turned to Cassie. "What are your Spidey senses telling you?" "Seriously?" Cassie rolled her eyes. "I'm not able to see everything. Besides, I got nothing here. I'm focusing my gifts in another direction." "Like offing Bolton?" She grinned and shrugged. "Yup." He laughed, knowing exactly how her mind worked. "It helps having a case to keep us occupied until Bolton is released."

Mary's POV Opening my eyes, I began praying to the the moon goodness that all of what happened was I horrible dream, and I was going to wake up in my room, asleep on my sweet soft bed. As I opened my eyes, the light piercing my pupils, causing my vision to blur. I blink a few times, causing my eyes to focus. But the dingy walls, the barred window, and the cold floor beneath me remain the same. Please, please, please let this be a dream, I beg. But it isn't. This is real. The realization that I am still here trapped alone hit me like a punch in the gut. The room feels even smaller, the walls closing in on me. I sink to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me up any longer.

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

Every wolf, every refugee, and every Council spy saw the sky turn the color of the White Queen’s eyes. "One more!" Maya shouted over the roar of the wind inside the room. "The first one is here!" With a final, shattering burst of energy, the pressure vanished. The blinding light softened into a gentle, pearlescent glow. A thin, high-pitched cry pierced the silence—a sound that was more powerful than any kinetic blast. Maya held up a small, squirming bundle, its skin glowing with a faint silver light. "Meet Lyra," she whispered, her eyes wet with tears.

After all, if a few words could expose the spy's true colors, how could they have lurked on the island for such a long time? Samuel and Xiaolong had not shown up yet. They were observing the situation in secret. Regarding finding spies, Xiaolong still felt a little strange. Nangong Boling had devoted himself to this matter, but he had failed to find all the spies. How could Samuel have done that? "Boss, can you really find those spies? Do you still have Fiery Eyes of Truth?" Xiaolong asked Samuel. Samuel didn't have the Fiery Eyes of Truth, but his divine sense could penetrate the consciousness of any ordinary person. As long as he was willing, everyone's thoughts would be exposed in front o

My eyes darted to one camera, blinking in the dark, hoping he could see me at all. “I’ve been watching you, little one.” he said in a high-pitched voice that made my skin crawl.

He muttered THE NEXT MORNING Bluey felt the sun ray shinning directly into her eyes She smile! It was another day for another rule to be broken. She yawned and wanted to stretched out her hands but she felt it stucked The perceived the scent but it was not the same with that of her supposed room She immediately snapped her eyes opened. She gasped as she saw the eyes staring directly into her own eyes It was Angelo. The Mafia He smirked and puffed out the smoke he took from his tobacco.

For some reason ,his eyes catches a small white thing and walks towards it, on his table. He raises the documents on the table and looks at the supposedly missing nose mask. He wonders if it's genius because no one will suspect something so simple and ordinary to be a voice bug. He presses it lightly and himself, not new to everything a person can use to spy on another, he smiles and drops it.

They gave her a fake name for peace. He gave her a nickname for war. Journee Sinclair was sent to Crestview University to prove her father's pack could coexist with the enemy. Instead, she walked in on the one secret that changes everything — and looked straight into the eyes of Kingston Reyes, the Alpha heir who has spent two years pretending she doesn't exist. He calls her his "little spy." She calls him a liar. Neither one is wrong. "Why do you even care?" she whispered. "Because I can't stop," he said. But Kingston has been hiding more than his obsession. His father is watching. His pack is bleeding secrets. And the bond neither of them chose could get her killed the moment anyone f