Top Spy Novels Novels & Stories

- "Listen, at night, most of the people who work in the organization either sleep in the room or go home and take their second identity, that's about an hour or two and then they'll go back to the organization to continue their work." Just how much overworked people does the head of the organization want? Though it is not mandated to have a second identity to be a spy, that's necessary if you want to have your spy-life secured. It's a tough job, but just like what Ace did, he used it to his advantage, he built every inch of it with metal that even Blanche didn't notice.

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.

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

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

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

Before I could ask, he added, “Ron fucked us up. He lied to us. It was never the higher authorities that wanted us to go on all these fucking missions.” He turned the screen slightly, and I glanced into a long list of clients who currently had people working for them, people like us, uncovering secrets, destroying threats, and so on. Salazar, Alfaros, Shimizu, Mikhailov, Wellington, Howard, Kennedy. I had been in the Mafia world long enough to have been acquainted with these names. “These aren’t government officials. They’re all—” “Mafia, businessmen, dirty politicians, criminals,” Cole completed, taking the words out of my mouth. “Skyfall isn’t a government organisation. The mission Harley

I went over to zip her up. “That’s a good question. Everything that you tell me about the other sponsors, like that politician who hasn’t done his taxes in years or that investor who bragged about sleeping with his daughter’s seventeen-year-old friend, I tell Dante. He passes the information to his police connections and from there, they launch their own investigation. A few arrests have already been made. You’ve already helped get a few of these terrible men off the streets,” I told her proudly. Alice smiled. “Cool,” she said, standing a little straighter.

“But Mr Coleman had been in close contact with Mr Scott, would you pretend like you have not noticed he is always calling and sending mails?” “Yes, but not the way you described it like them being close like this” she repeated his earlier gesture by joining her to index fingers together. “It could just be business”. “Wait! Wait! You mean Adonis had been in contact with the company? Does he know I work here?” She asked alarmed. “I’m not sure Mary, and I highly doubt that. Mr. Cold man does not want that remember” Taylor said reassuringly. Mary could not help but remember when he had offered her money to spy on them.

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”