Spy X Book Novels & Stories

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left." "What do you want?" Queen asked. "I want the flash drive," Stok replied. "You should know where the Sparrows' den is located. Bring the flash drive to me in less than one hour, and I promise I'll give you the antidote to help your boyfriend recover. If you don't bring it, trust me, he's going to die." After speaking, he ended the call. Queen got up and began to think. She wasn't with the flash drive, and even if she wanted to get it from her Dad, there was no way she could meet up.

"Nope." "But how did you know that boy was Rex?" My face heats up, and I look away to calm myself. If Ares knew that, I know that when Rex and I get intimate, I see a mole on his buttocks, and he will hide from me. I knew Rex was the boy because of the mole. When he saved me, he and I spent time together. While changing out of his suit, I went to look for him and sneaked into the changing room, where I spotted him putting on his swimming trunks and accidentally saw his mole.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

I looked towards it, I wasn't expecting anyone today, I mean not that I ever expected anyone at my apartments, I didn't have any friends, well except for Matteo, whom I didn't think regarded me as a friend, but we were close and I'd shared some personal things with him. I slowly got up and dropped the laptop back on the table before walking towards the door, I peeped but didn't see anything, I sighed out, maybe it was just security, or someone who got the apartment number wrong I slowly opened the locked door and there stood Spade, he was putting on a a light grey round neck sweatshirt, and a dark grey slacks, white converse, his hair was still looking a bit ruffled like he didn't style it t

He passed his hands through his hair- a thing that had become an habit to him, as he returned back to the club, just to meet with Blake who notified him that the spy had been captured and was now chained up in one of the club rooms, where no one could be able to trace him or hear his screams. Xavier needed to let out all the steam, the anger, the pain and disappointment he felt and what better way to do that than giving the unlucky spy a little of his pain. He had made a promise to take what ever Matteo loved and destroy it, the battle between the Spanish and the Australians would never end till Matteo was six foot under. * Turns out that the spy Matteo had sent was too loyal, he was willing

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.

SSHS 115 It was… anti-climatic. Normally, in novels or any media that involves spies, missions and undercovers, it was always with the non- stop and packed with action. There was always an explosion somewhere, the anxiety inducing stand- off, the witty banters between enemies and the undeniable chemistry between the leads. But now, it was all the opposite of it all. It was anti- climatic to the point that the normal things that can be seen from a spy novel are nowhere to be found in this place. Although that is what was expected by the two rookie undercover spies as they were called to the office of the Dean, all that happened is that they were informed of the progress of the mission: about

Pushing her jealously aside, it was quite adorable to watch. Kiaan was looking through Damien’s stack of graphic novels when he held up a book. The cover was black and covered in white symbols, including the encircled pentagram he'd drawn on the floor in blood. "Is this where you got the spell?" Kiaan asked. "Erm, no." Damien coughed. "I... well it sort of... came to me in a dream." "Seriously?" Jess asked. Silence fell over the room as Damien paced, scratching his head.