Undercover But Beautiful Novels & Stories

I took off my glasses and parked my hair up in a bun so the wig could fit perfectly on my head. After I got ready in my undercover outfit as a waitress, I went into the bar and served other people while keeping my eyes at the entrance so I can be alerted when she enters the bar. I waited for over fourty minutes before I saw a middle aged woman walk into the bar matching the photos I saw and a smile made its way to my lips. She took a seat at one of the high rise tables while some another waitress attended to her, I prepared a drink for her and added a little something to it to make my work easier.

There were lots of men in the room but no one seemed to care about the lady in distress. “The lady clearly stated that she's not interested” I started, “let go of her right now” The man gazed at me, “And who are you to speak on her behalf?” He said with a smirk. The other men at his table let out a loud guffaw I hated the reactions they gave me, and I didn't want to back down so I pressed on. I am an agent mostly on Undercover, but it seems my cover is about to be blown. “If you don't want to spend the remainder of the night in a holding cell, you will let go of her immediately”, I blurted, holding up my badge while my hand was placed on the gun around my waist.

he said," patting my back before walking out. I unwrapped the scarf I had tied around my hands, before packing up my things. My shift at the club was starting soon, yea I was still working undercover as my alliance baby. It was the only way I could make contact with Zachary for now. I signed out from work at the F.B.I office, before driving home. Quickly I took my shower, packed my bag before driving off. I changed to my outfit for the night, a sexy fishnet, my dick tugged so it’s not too visible. I applied light makeup, before dousing myself in perfume. I checked myself out, from the mirror hanging on the wall opposite my bed. Before tousling my hair around a bit, to give it that messy look

The laughter slowly died down and left us in a comfortable silence. "Ginger, you came . . . " I murmured as I held her at an arm's length and admired her petite figure. She looked gorgeous in her lavender coloured tank top and black skinny jeans with ankle boots. Her bouncy, red curls was let loose as it wildly reached till her breasts. On the other hand, I still wore the black wig, feigned glasses and my dull blouse with a plain skirt. This was going to be the last time that I would ever wear the ugly disguise since once I would reached England, I would throw this wig and glasses forever.

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

All I needed to do was drop some cash and give the host a description of the woman I wanted before they showed me to a room. It wasn't until she arrived that I realised something. I'd asked for someone with the same hair and eye colour as Logan. It was unconscious. I thought nothing about it until she arrived, smiling. “Remove your clothes,” I ordered, watching as she did so, slowly. My dick didn't stir. Frowning, I stared down at it, confused. What the fuck? Did the cold shower affect it? Naked, she walked over to the bed and climbed on it, straddling me. With her hands wrapped around my neck, she tried to lap dance, but I stopped her.

"The only instruction is to do four sessions of laser tattoo removal on your left arm." Zea froze upon hearing what the woman said. "What?" She slowly gazed at her tattoo. The only memory that was left that reminds her of that special someone. Someone who is very dear to her heart. Her throat suddenly went dry, her breathing hitched. She immediately felt anxious just thinking of removing it. "Can't we just cover it up with make-up?" Ethan slammed the magazine down the coffee table and everyone went dead silent. His once happy-go-lucky demeanor quickly faded into a cold hard one.

He does not touch me, it is as if I have a disease and he has to stay as far away as possible not to catch it and die. I want to be with him. I want him to love me as much as I want to love him, but he makes it seem as if he finds me repulsive. I am a beautiful girl, I am of Alpha blood, I have been trained by my mother to be the perfect Luna, but he does not care! Not at all! I cry because I crave him. I cannot help it. I want to feel his body on top of mine, I want to feel his hands grabbing me, I want his lips against mine, I want his eyes looking into mine as he thrusts—

I genuinely answered. She was a gorgeous girl. She had light brown hair and pink kissable lips. I was attracted to her. She sat down gracefully and thanked me. We ate in silence, I actually ate with the mask on my face. I lifted it just enough to expose my lips. It’s hard having a mom as a famous actress. After a few deafening minutes of silence, she spoke, “My name is Eunice, what’s yours?” “Eros.” I answered and drank the last bit of my coke. I stood up and bid my goodbye. “Your name is as pretty as you, milady.” I complimented her and left. I hope I can see her soon, if fate approves.

“You’re going out in the field for an undercover mission.” I open the folder and feel my breath catch in my throat. I slowly scan the page and then the picture of the woman staring back up at me. Her glossy brown hair falls in thick waves over her shoulders as she beams at the camera, that button nose of hers scrunched and silver eyes creased with pleasure. Beautiful. She’s always been beautiful. I shut the folder and hand it back to him. “No.” Howard raises a brow. “You’re saying no to the Allied Kings–”