Totally Spies Dean Novels & Stories

Instead, my stomach dropped. Dean was sitting in her chair. He looked too calm. Too still. “Dean,” I said carefully, my voice barely steady, “what are you doing here?” He studied me, his gaze cold and empty, nothing like the warmth he used to look at me with. “I was trying to confirm whether you were the one spying on me.” My chest tightened. “I hoped you wouldn’t do this,” he continued calmly. “But forget it. Your secretiveness sickens me.” I stared at him, disbelief turning into anger. “You can’t be serious. You murdered innocent people like they meant nothing, and you’re calling me secretive? I did nothing wrong. You’re the murderer.”

Orlando asked his partner. “2015 I guess, that was the same year of the first incidence in Chicago.” Mike answered. “Then why are we working on this case our job is to track not toy around,” Orlando asked wondering why they had been handed the job of investigators. “They believe you can not only track them but bring them to book. They need your spying skills.” “I am no longer a physical spy I’m now a tech spy so why me? There are other amazing spy in California.” Orlando spoke “That’s why you are needed, think about it Jack, this could be your shot." Mike told Orlando then left the van.

His voice was professionally detached. "I want absolutely everything available on James Dean's business dealings with Lane International," I deliberately bit out each word with precise emphasis. "Every scheduled meeting, official or otherwise. Every electronic email exchange between their organizations. Every fucking whispered conversation between them in public or private spaces." A brief, hesitant pause followed my instructions. "You professionally suspect this relationship extends beyond personal involvement into corporate espionage, sir?" I allowed myself a knowing smirk at his careful phrasing. "Everything ultimately resolves to business advantage, Daniel. Especially meticulously planne

The angle was close, taken from inside the private executive suite. Jared had a spy. He had someone deep inside Dean’s inner circle, someone Dean trusted completely, feeding him secrets. The sheer scale of Jared's power and reach sent a shiver down my spine. "Dean..." Natalie's voice was a low, dangerous hiss. She had snatched the phone from Jared's hand, her manicured nails scratching against the screen. Her eyes scanned the photo, and I watched the exact moment her heart broke quickly followed by the rise of a murderous rage.

It was like I'd been cursed too—I was ready to protect the sisters at all costs. I lunged forward with the bottle. "Stop!" A commanding voice rang out! Colin froze, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear. Then, he stammered, "Y-you're not dead?" I turned around, just as shocked. Rachel, completely unharmed, was standing in the doorway! Behind her were Tracy and several police officers. "Colin Booth, we suspect you're involved in a case of bribery, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us."

“We’ll find out as soon as I catch that son of a bitch.” As soon as Dean left, I took a long, cold shower to calm down. I couldn’t leave the room—not with my hair the way it was. Even though Dean’s comment had been a joke, the fact that there was a spy in his pack had already been confirmed once. “That bastard wouldn’t have sent just one spy. There are definitely more.”

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 agree, that’s why I brought this group with me. We’ve all worked on this case in one way or another. You know Zander, my beta, then some of my warriors Kade, Jace, Tanner, Noah, Kiera and Amara. They’ve all either helped in capturing or questioning the rogues, and of course the girls spoke to Lucy.” “Hi. I know I’ve met a few of you in the past, sorry if I forgot your names until now. We must have been thinking alike for once Alec. These members of my team are also the closest to the case. You know Damien already,” Dean says and I nod in his direction. “This is Micah and Mark. Mark runs most of our tech and surveillance.”

Dean whispered as he was able to recall that it was him, he had at least seen his picture once. "We have not much time, Dean... Let's handle this and get out of here." Eduardo uttered. He gave Dean a sigh with the corner of his eyes and Dean knew what he meant. Immediately they both stepped a bit closer to the balcony, Jerry and his men showed up, "Where's the treasure?..." Eduardo looked at Dean as he was able to recognise Jerry, 'Bullshit... He wasn't a client... But why didn't I notice that he was a spy?' He asked in his mind and loudly said, "Let her go and the treasure will be handed over to you."

"Nothing more than just to be there for you... anytime you feel like talking to someone,I'm here." Tanya stared at him and scoffed. "Really?" "Yeah, really." Jeremy replied. "I'm still waiting for the right time to expose you Jeremy. You think I don't know what you are up to? What were you thinking..... trying to wipe my memories of my late father off my head? Why did you do that?" Jeremy stared at her. "You wanna know the truth?" He asked. "Yes! I wanna know why you did that!" "Yes! I'm a spy...... working for Dean." Jeremy announced.