Totally Spies Blaine Novels & Stories

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.

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. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.

Evie leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching me like a cat watches a string. "Blayne asked you to look over me?" I muttered, dragging the knife and fork through the steak. "His name is Blade." "Oh." I kept cutting. "Honestly didn't know that. I'm sorry, I think he just felt a little too comfortable to share his real name with me." I didn't need to see her jaw to know she was grinding it. I already understood her deal with the guy. "So, I've been curious," I went on, chewing a bite. "Did you have to learn fashion designing just so you could come spy on me? It must've been difficult, right? Going through all that stress just to keep an eye on another woman."

“And then I went back to my seat.” Blaire’s eyes narrowed, like she didn’t enjoy answers that didn’t come with dramatic confessionals. “Weird,” she said. “Because you’re kind of… the right height.” I blinked. “That’s your evidence? Height?” “Height matters,” Blaire said with complete seriousness, like she was a detective in a crime show. Sienna typed with frantic enthusiasm and showed her screen to Blaire: SHE ALSO HAS THE SAME BAG. I whipped my head toward Sienna. “Traitor.”

“Turns out I spent years serving people who lied to all of us.” For the first time since meeting her, he looked directly at her and said softly— “I’m sorry, Emily.” Not 23. Emily. Something quiet shifted between them instantly. Knox continued. “I can’t undo the things I helped them do.” His eyes lowered briefly. “But I can at least help stop it now.” Emily nodded slowly. “Sounds good to me.” Damien stepped closer beside her. “So you’re the man who sent the spy into my life.” Knox actually laughed softly.

“Josie the Spy.” “Forget it.” I rolled my eyes. “Let's focus on our tasks here. Madelaine is certain that the pictures of Mrs. Blair are fake. I think I should concentrate on that and disarm Estelle's bomb before she decides to push the button.” “Have it your way.” Ashley shrugged. “I think you would make a great spy.” I gave her a sarcasm-dripping smile. “I bet that as a blue-eyed blonde, I would have been almost invisible on the streets of Hong Kong.”

“I know this is serious shit. This is as shitty as it gets. But you have to keep your emotions under control. If you don’t, Blanchette and Rolls will pull you off this so fast it will make both our heads spin. And you know they are going to show up eventually.” William Blanchette was supervisory special agent, their direct supervisor. Neil Rolls was assistant special agent in charge, Blanchette’s boss. “They’re not as strict as our bosses in DC were,” Alec replied as he slowly straightened out the crumpled papers Izabella had given him. “No, but they’re not pushovers, and they don’t take any shit either. If you want to get that little girl back and prove to Lana that you are the man she beli

I asked. “Trevor Blaine happened.” He said, and I don't need any explanation to know who Trevor is. Trevor is my enemy and competitor, should I also add copycat, all Trevor wanted was to see my company fall, so he could rise and that’s why he planted about thirty spies in my company. He didn’t know who he was dealing with, and maybe I will show him this time. “Let’s go.” I got up from the swivel chair, picked my car key up, and walked out of the office.

Isaac nodded, “Absolutely. That’s what makes a good Alpha. Why do you ask?” Blaine leaned closer to his father, “There are two spies from another pack here.” I asked, “Who are they?” He answered, “They are sitting at the small table next to the drink station.” I asked, “How do you know?” He smiled, “It’s one of my abilities. They are working for the bad man.”

Bryan said as he stepped out of the car, crossed the street ,and made for the men. He was dressed in blue baggy jeans, a sweater and a baseball cap. He was about five meters away from them, when the taller one asked. “What do you want?” “Some baby powder.” He replied. “We don’t have such .” The shorter one replied. Bryan immediately sensed that his cover was blown, which could make things go awry at any moment. “Come on. Don’t do me like this. I just need a fix.” He said, while trying to sound convincing.