Stocking Full Of Spies Novels & Stories

"With the guise of friendship, he deceived us, mocked us, and had the guts to spy on for our enemy." The pack gasped, grumbling loudly at one another, nodding in agreement to Orvyn's words. Spies were akin to doom. They were a cancerous lot that ate up a living body bit by bit, until none is left to be salvaged. It was only normal for the pack to be on high alert, looking out for strange moves and strange faces. "People of Vagamor," Orvyn's baritone carried through the crowd, whipping through the cool of the air, "what does the law say about spies?"

Mr Jem said and Clarissa jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands gleefully, Mr Jem looked at her and shook his head, she has always been so expressive he wondered how she manages to stay uncover and do her spy work, she would have made for a good actress if she didn’t chose to be a Spy. “What are you trying to say" John asked Elena, his back was resting on the white wall a his head bent slightly, his fingers were massaging his temples gently, Elena could tell he was running of patience. “I mean something is not right, I can’t shake the feeling that am missing something here, I want to look at copies of the letters sent out the last time especially to the one sent to Britt" Elena said, her

He sat down beside me, exhaling. "Fine. Just don’t pepper spray yourself in the eyes again or try to attack me." A small smirk tugged at his lips as he took the bottle and drank from it. "Tell me everything," I demanded. "I have spies," he admitted. "Okay...?" I raised an eyebrow, waiting g for him to tell me more. He sighed. "Some of my spies monitor the lower ranks. They gather intel on all groups in the area, so I’m always one step ahead... Like today." His gaze found mine, more serious now.

His hands was shoved into his hoodie as they both entered into the lobby of the building, there were a lot of people in the lobby also lining up to get tickets, Spade looked ahead seeing that if they stood here, they wouldn't leave on time. He turned to look at Nate who was looking at the whole place, his eyes darting around the room, he looked up at the high up ceiling and Spade's eyes landed on his Adam apple as he felt himself go stiff, his mind bringing up images that was making his whole body burn with desire.

Why would this happen on my special day? In the midst of my confusion, Tristan walked in with the Wolf Spies’ leader. A formidable figure, exuding strength and cunning. The wolf spies are trained wolf allies who can discreetly observe and report back on suspicious activities going on within the pack. They are more like CCTV cameras used in the human world. “Did you observe anything suspicious recently?” Tristan shot the leader a blazing glare. “Yes, my Alpha,” the leader bowed. “And why didn’t you report that to me? Tristan's hand caught in the wolf spy's leader's throat as he tried to fight off his fierce grip. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to respond.

Such a pack of fools in the family. “I need everything to go well, perfectly well, then you can trade whatever you want to.” I heard Damien’s voice go so straight, I wish he had said every detail. They all kept making me confused. I went back to my room to pick up my phone, it wasn’t allowed in the pack. Damien believed the spies that invaded the pack a few years ago were communicating through that. I hid it very far away from prying eyes, I know what that means, because I was one myself.

Stella couldn't believe it. He was the most righteous, responsible and dutiful soldier she had ever seen. How could he be a spy? She was more likely to believe that she was a spy than Jasper being one. "He stole an important name list from me and carried out questionable undercover actions. Isn't that considered espionage? He wanted to take over a piece of land yesterday. Did you know that there were military weapons buried underneath that land?" Frederick asked with a smile. "There were military weapons underneath the land that he purchased yesterday? How could that be possible?" Stella was surprised.

"The spy is someone who has access to the logistics logs. Someone who knows the weight of the cargo before we even break orbit—before we even hit the docks." She turned to Dmitry, her amber eyes flashing with a cold, predatory light that had nothing to do with her rivalry with Varga. "Go to the scribes’ quarters tonight. Don't take your guards. Check the manifest duplicates for the mainland raid. If there’s an extra copy missing... we find our traitor before the dawn council."

"The void-suppression charges, the master key-sigils, and three crates of silver-tipped ordnance. They're gone." My blood ran cold. The pocket watch in my pocket felt heavy as lead. Stolen gear meant the spy didn't just have access — they had the exact tools needed to sabotage our entire strike team before we even crossed the border. "Who had clearance to the auxiliary armory codes?" Kaelen's voice dropped to a lethal whisper, his molten gold eyes flaring with a light that made the air shimmer with heat. Jaxon opened his mouth to answer, but before a word came out, the overhead lights flickered twice and died.

Off to the side, a small desk with a computer stood neatly against the wall. The room was spotless, immaculately organized. The only odd thing was the clothing rack—there wasn't a single shirt or jacket hanging on it. Instead, it was lined with lingerie, plus black and white stockings draped side by side. I glanced twice before quickly looking away, feeling oddly embarrassed. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but… a single bed? No wonder Colin never came over. That bed was way too small for two people to get up to anything. Following the strange rustling sound, I looked toward the desk. Sitting on top were little plastic bags girls often used to keep their accessories, and under the fain