Novel & Cerita Teenage Spy Books

“My men broke into that building and grabbed the details—proofs—that I needed to kick some sense into your head and make you realise I only care for your wellbeing.” I looked down at the file. Bella Di Falco was written in place of the candidate’s name and a picture was pinned by the side. It was Abigail, but a much younger version of her, her hair falling loose over her shoulder, cheeks chubbier and eyes much softer. “There’s limited info on Bella Di Falco because the agency had her details wiped out. She’s the best spy they have and they couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.” Orazio flipped the page of the file before I could read the contents on it. “She’s twenty-six, born and brou

But alas, like his name he still has a playing card on his sleeve, this could measure if he wins or lose the game with his brother who didn’t even know he’s a part of ever since they were kids. “You’ve planned this all through, I didn’t even know you were wrapping us in your fingers,” he started and spotted his brother’s laptop placed on the nightstand. Just as what she expected, he has the folder named after the lady spy and her information that’s a lot difficult to know unless you’re in close proximity to her and watched her grew up from child to a young adult. “You’re a psycho,” He can’t help but to comment, “but brother, stop this.” After he said that, Ace went close to him and closed th

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

"I am Ms. Greys. And I am here to teach you about the codes here." She started to open a thick book. "This book here contains all kinds of codes and once you memorize all of this, as a spy, especially undercover missions, it would be a great help considering that most people who want to hide something use codes. Of course, you don't have to memorize them all for today, we'll take one step at a time." I nodded and smiled, codes and things like this make me excited and anxious at the same time. "But of course, before we start to that, I want to know how many languages you know?"

( Book is completed and is available on Good novel, W******l, and Inknitt. 4. Caged ( Survival ): A book about a young Teenage and God-fearing female Student who got kidnapped along with her schoolmates. She had to fight for her survival along with the others... Whether she was able to, will be determined with time. ( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good novel and M********r. )

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

Teens want to exercise their new skill -- and they tend to practice on their parents. It may seem that they argue for the sake of arguing. But really, they're practicing their new abilities. Whereas wild clothes and make-up used to be a rite of passage into adolescence, that's not true today. The preadolescent 11- and 12-year-olds -- the Britney Spears generation -- are pushing that fashion envelope. 😂 First love, first sex, first drugs, first drinking. In earlier generations, kids weren't expected to be sexually active -- or experiment with alcohol or drugs -- until they turned 17 or 18, when they were better able to resist peer pressure.

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

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.