Spy With My Little Eye Novels & Stories

As if to chastise her, his hand lingered on her bottom, giving it a squeeze. The two of them had been entangled all along. The realization struck like a knife to the gut, and I laughed at my own foolishness. Feigning exhaustion, I told them I would retire to my room. Instead, I slipped into the corridor and activated the spell my father had once taught me—a sight spell. A scrying crystal bloomed in my palm, revealing the greenhouse beyond. I had used this spell to spy on enemies before. Now, I was using it to confirm my own lover's betrayal.

She only held her baby tighter, her eyes wide with fear. Emily’s senses searched deeper. Her abilities allowed her to read emotions beneath words and gestures. She had spent years training that instinct, learning to recognize deception even when people tried to hide it. But there was no deception here. Only confusion. Only fear. A quiet certainty settled inside her mind. This woman was not a spy. Emily finally spoke, her voice calm but hesitant. “Are you sure we have the right house?” she asked quietly. The woman was shaking now, tears forming in her eyes.

Her eyes darted to the side, and for a fraction of a second, she thought she could see the outline of a pitch black figure standing mere inches from the foot of her bed. Lyda jolted, letting out a gasp of shock as she jumped back along her bed. In the split second that she blinked, she could have sworn she saw a pair of piercing yellow eyes glowering down at her, but as quickly as they appeared, they were gone, as was the hallucinatory figure. Lyda was backed against the cellar wall, catching her breath as she realized that she was alone. She refused to believe any of this was all in her head. The Spirits were real, she knew it in her heart, and she knew what had to be done. She was just anx

Looking down I see a little blonde haired girl standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face. “Ward,” I call out over my shoulder. “I think you might want to come here.” Bending down, I place my hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “Are you lost,, sweetheart?” I coo gently. The little girl looks up at me and her piercing blue eyes cause me to gasp. I have seen this color of eyes only once before and they belonged to Lilith. The little girl has tears streaming down her face as she looks at me.

Spy butterflies — that was what I named them. I snapped my finger, visualising those butterflies to disappear and one by one they vanished and so did all their visions that were constantly running through my head. I held my icy hand over my cleavage and tiptoes to the foyer. I really hoped that it might be some illusion of those spy butterflies. His eyes met mine, and I stepped away from him, breathing heavily. His face was impassive and his completely unreadable. I couldn’t even tell if he heard me or not.

“Is our target already there?” “Yes. Our spy saw him entering the forest this morning.” “But what if Mr. P will release the bugs?” President Abella broke out into a devilish laugh. I watched him tossing his head backwards through the glass wall in front of me that reflected his monstrous image. They got so carried away by their topic that they forgot their confidentiality.

She vaguely remembered the young female voice saying, "You dug your own pit and that shall eventually trap you. The sole consolation I may offer is when the time comes, call my name, Iridescent." The rasp sound of a guy clearing his throat interrupted her disarrayed thoughts. She jerked her head to the individual obviously begging for some attention. She was welcomed by the austere features of Eli's face, the hardly noticeable stubbles above his upper lip in particular. He looked damn fine and rough. That made her mood fouler. She confronted his dark as night eyes though not for long. His gaze was too intense, inviting her to dive into an abysmal mystery that he epitomized.

Now if I weren't myself, I would just tap on somebodys shoulder and ask them what was going on but no, Can't trust this mouth around my peers. Since there is absolutely nothing I can do about the current situation of the students of South Philly high, I just sit alone in my corner by the window, which automatically became my spot since nobody else sits there. Plus did I mention that it has a perfect view of Kevin. it also has a great view of the parking lot and the garden if you have great eye sight which obviously I don't. Anyways, I am currently looking at the parking lot just lost in space when I see a motor cycle pass by. It is a black motor cycle, Kind of like the ones they use in the m

I muttered and in my response, she obediently raised her eyelids and looked at me. I could clearly see the fear in her eyes and I had to take away the fear from her. "No one. No one in this world can take you away from me Diya Mallick. Remember that. No matter what happens, I will always protect you," I promised with earnest honesty on my part.

I sensed anxiety dancing in her eyes. “And you, Miss Muriel. Do you also love listening?” Scarlett’s twin sister, Skylar faced me. They were identical but with a noticeable difference. While Scarlett has large eyes, Skylar has close-set, small, light brown eyes that peered into everyone else’s eyes. She has the same hairstyle and color as Scarlett. Both were wearing similar dresses. Only if you look into their eyes will you know who is who. I looked at all the eyes on me and a lump formed in my throat. Why did she notice me?