The Spy Who Came In From The Cold Novel Novels & Stories

I stopped at the convenience store nearby and bought a coffee. A few young women wearing company ID badges stood nearby gossiping together. "Did you guys see Isabel today? She looked so smug. That hickey on her neck was barely covered." "Please. Everyone knows exactly how she climbed the ladder. And, of all people, Mr. Newman seriously picked her?" "Men are all the same once they get rich. I heard Mr. Newman takes Isabel into his office all the time during lunch breaks. Closes the door and everything. Who knows what they’re doing in there?"

A month later, one of the police officers in Columbus City told me that Snowie's case had ended. Snowie Walton's real name was Suki Winterfeld, hailing from Gerpania. She was sent over to our country ever since she was young, groomed to enter the National Defense University just to steal confidential documents. They also found other spies like her, who had been groomed since young to steal important documents, in other important universities. They all used the same method. First, they accuse a classmate and isolate them. Then, after stealing confidential documents, they blamed it on that classmate.

1 SABRINA The first time I killed someone, I was seventeen. He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder. My handler called him “a necessary evil.” He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world. But I knew better. There was nothing noble about this work. It was bloody, messy, and merciless. I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.

Ayla’s Point Of View The woman crouched so that her face was closer to mine now, her perfume thick and cloying, her sneer sharp enough to cut glass. “Do you know what happens to spies in rogue territory, little girl?” she whispered, smiling like someone sharing a juicy secret. “They don’t get sent home. They don’t get ransoms. They disappear. Piece by piece.” My stomach twisted violently, bile crawling up the back of my throat.

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

NO ONE ASKED BY QUINTUS NOONE The framework of this novel is factual. However, my cast of characters and some of their adventures are all purely imaginary. Quintus Noone September 2021 This book is inspired by true events, where names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. LIST OF CHARACTERS Quintus Noone…………………………………………. Retired MI5 agent Blanche Bradbury…………………………………… Home Office Pathologist Inspector Brooks…………………………………….. Metropolitan Police

Orlando stretched out his hands for her to shake and she reluctantly accepted it, when she did the feeling of closeness became stronger. ‘wait a second… I remember those glasses- I-I remember that face… that voice... it sounds so familiar’ After a few seconds, her blood ran cold upon realizing it. ‘Oh my gosh! It’s the guy who tried to kill me!’ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello dear fam! Just a short notice that there will be gradual changes to my work, but do not forget to add it to your library right now so you don't miss the new updates. Billionaire spy is undergoing final edits. Peace out! © 2021 Salem Goodness

Then, after a breath, colder still. “And that woman. Bring Lily Hart to me.” I didn’t look back. The moment the car door closed, the soundproof glass shut out every voice behind us.

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"