Totally Spies Stella Novels & Stories

Saba said as she switched on the news. “This is KKN news from Milan University, reporting live, Yesterday night a girl tried to Heck into the physics department of the University, the said words are she was trying to steal research information, The Name of the said girl is Shazia Khan,” the beautiful news reporter spoke as they both looked at the screen. “the girl is now in the custody of the police, doubts of her being a spy or connected to the Mafia are in the air—“ Before the Anchor could complete her sentence Meera put the TV on mute and looked at Saba, “You study in the same university, don’t you?” She asked as Saba nodded.

After a long moment of her standing in the middle of the recovery room, she finally slowly stepped out, before locking the door behind her. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding the moment the door clicked shut. Finally, the witch was gone. Kingston and I stayed in the cabinet for a long moment, neither of us moving. The only sound was our ragged and uneven breathing filling the small space. Finally, Kingston pushed the door open and we climbed out, blinking in the dim light. "Silver." I said flatly. Kingston ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "She's everywhere." "You mean everywhere you are." I corrected, rolling my eyes. "Hm." Kingston breathed. "And who the hell is ev

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.

said Eliza, raising her hand to soothe her husband’s anger. “Everything is wrong,” answered Adrian, more anxious than before. “This is a bad idea.” “No, it isn’t.” “If we’re caught, we all be dead.” “Well- You just make sure we don’t.” “How?” “Just don’t let him find out that Stella is not Amy.” “They don’t look anything alike nor sound anything alike. So how am I supposed to do that?” “Easy. Turned off the lights.” “That won’t make a difference when daybreak comes!”

"Finally! I was starting to think I’d be drowning in spreadsheets alone forever. Just call me Maya." I felt a genuine smile tug at my lips. The tension in my neck began to ebb away. "Evelyn. I’m really looking forward to working with you, Maya." The woman next to her, Stella, stood up with a more measured grace. She had shoulder-length dark hair and eyes that looked like they had seen every corporate crisis imaginable and survived them all. "Stella Carter," she said, her voice steady and welcoming. "Glad to have you with us, Evelyn. Don't hesitate to poke me if the system starts acting up. It has a mind of its own sometimes."

She looked at Freya with a mean look on her face. "Sir, I have a question," Stella said. She tried to sound smart. "For the past year, you have said no to every new person who wanted a job. You hardly ever hire new workers. You told us that other companies might try to send spies here to steal our secret ideas. You said it was too dangerous to trust new people."

“You lack sense anyway.” “So, what is your plan anyway?” Lucas questioned. “I need you to go to her kingdom as a spy for me.” “Me?” Lucas questioned. “Yes.” A maid barged in and said, “Stella seeks your attention.” Elvis flinched at the maid words, “why is she here?” She thought loud in her mind. “Who is Stella?” Lucas questioned. “None of your business, boy!” She replied him. “I'm going to keep my mouth shut, but I hate it when girls talked to me anyhow, especially a small creature like you.” Lucas said as he grabbed her tiny hands and flipped them to her back.

Instead, they were smirking and said, "Hey young lady, you like it rough ya!" Stella's scalp was tingling when she heard the drunkards' devilish laughter. She shouted, "Do you know who I am? I'm Stella George, a superstar. It's best if you don't lay a finger on me, or else you won't be able to see the daylight."

I walk to her and then ask, "Hey, Reign. Why do you have such a look on your face?" She holds my wrists and then drags me to the small bricked pathway just behind the school walls. "I have to tell you something, Stella," she says rather nervously . . . I guess. I raise a brow. "What is it?" "Um . . ." she trails off, her hands stuck to her side stiffly. "So Marco and I went on a date last Tuesday night." "So?" I answer. "So we went to this theater and watched a film, right?"

Stella arrived ten minutes later, looking far too excited for someone helping me flee my own country. She practically bounced into the room, tossing her purse onto the couch. “I have always wanted to be in a spy movie,” she declared. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Stella, this is not a movie.” She ignored me completely. “So,” she said, turning to Lucas and Ethan. “How much attention do we need to pull?” Lucas barely looked up. “Enough to buy us a fifteen-minute window.” Ethan smirked. “Think you can handle that?”