Spy With My Little Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

The way the sleeves were tight around his bicep. The faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth as he smirked down at me. He pulled out my missing knife, a twinkle in those wicked eyes. I could see now that he was close that his eyes were blue. Not blue like a Robbin’s egg, but like a tempestuous sea or sky, just before the storm. I tried not to get swept up in its weight. “Looking for this?” He said dangling it in front of me. I made a mad grab for the knife and he snatched his hand away,

She pressed her hand gently against her stomach, hoping no one noticed. --- Among the servants moving around with trays, the spy walked slowly. He wore simple clothes, his head bent low. In his pocket, he carried a small vial with clear liquid. His mind kept repeating Lucien’s order: *“Tonight, she must drink. Elara must fall.”*

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Minutes stretched into eternity. Finally, the noise dulled, footsteps receding into distant wings of the house. I crept out, my legs trembling with exhaustion and residual adrenaline, muscles screaming in protest. My eyes caught a small charm on the floor near a side table, it looked like Allie’s favorite cartoon character. I rushed forward, snatched it, and in the process pulled a sleek phone hidden beneath some papers. My heart fell into my throat as I shoved the phone deep under my bra, the cold metal pressing against my skin. Please have signal. Please let this be my way out.

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2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

one of them remarked suspiciously. “No, I…” “You are a spy!” they interrupted her, closing in around her now. “No,” I shook my head in denial, attempting to break free from their circle. Immediately, they seized my hands behind me. Panic surged through me as I felt the cold grip of their hands tighten around my wrists. One of them looked at me, his eyes glowing red as he spotted the recording device I had on me; perhaps that's his special ability. As he pulled the little device out, he asserted, “Definitely a spy, did Ryker send you?”

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

I could pay a shit ton of money to watch that, but all in due time. I’d enjoyed playing with Curtis but if he kept giving me that suspicious look, he would remember our face off from ten years ago and uncover my identity. It was still too soon. I still wanted to play this game a little longer. So I got up from my seat and walked to the bar at the end of my living room. “Drinks, anyone?” “I’ll take your finest scotch.” Spider was first to demand, and Curtis passed. Lyra was still glaring at me, that defiant look in her eyes as she faced me with her arms crossed. “I only want answers. Are you the snake?”

Mike walked out of the place with a victorious smirk on his face. He looked around the dark alleyway to make sure nobody was following him. Putting his hood back on, he began walking. He wasn’t a teen like his friends were. He was a spy. He had been a newcomer to the school and had befriended Liam so he could keep an eye on Annalise. He had been paid heaps of money to keep an eye on the most vulnerable girl. The people he worked for were definitely not normal nor was he. They were dangerous and Annalise had no clue what she was involved in.