Undercover But Beautiful Novels & Stories

I saw the people who had built me and the people who wanted to own me. ​Then I looked at Liam. He was standing just off-stage, his hands clasped behind his back, watching me with that same, frozen expression. ​I leaned into the microphone. My voice felt like it belonged to someone else—someone stronger. ​"My name is Isabella Vane," I said. ​I paused. I felt the phantom weight of the watch on my wrist. I thought of the "identity truth" and the man who had supposedly betrayed me. ​"And for the last month, I have been part of an undercover investigation into the criminal practices of Vane Holdings and the Sterling Trust."

If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place. Don’t worry though... you’ll still get to see some familiar faces. Lila and Ryder will pop up with fun cameos scattered throughout the story! Uploads start tomorrow, so get comfy and buckle up. I can’t wait to see you on the other side… if you survive the ride. ;) Let’s get wicked again, Aria. His Undercover Submissive Book Two (The Sniper's Good Girl) ~Blurb~ “You think you have a choice here, but you don't,” he murmurs, his thumb slowly tracing my lower lip as he backs me against the wall. ​“I fucking own you now. And you own me in return.”

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

Aria. Today was the day. I scrutinized my reflection. The woman in the mirror might have looked like me, but she was a stranger, an imposter. My outfit was chosen with surgical precision, aiming for inconspicuous yet competent – a simple black dress that grazed my knees, paired with practical flats. Hair yanked back into a no-nonsense bun, makeup barely there. I wanted to fade into the background, be invisible, but the sense of exposure, the vulnerability, was too palpable.

“Has delivering food made you delusional? This is what happens when poor people get desperate. Claire, look at the man you chose. He’s not just broke. He’s a liar too.” Listening to their mockery, I still did not get angry. Instead, I looked apologetically at Claire, who was sitting beside me. Claire and I had only been together for three months. Three months ago, I had just taken over the undercover delivery assignment. While I was out on a delivery route, I happened to stop a mugger who had pulled a knife on her and tried to steal her purse. At the time, I was wearing a beat-up delivery uniform, and the back of my hand had been cut.

“You like it?” “I love it.” She replied and sat. He walked to the other end of the small table and sat opposite her. “Your dress is… distracting.” He said, meaning it to be a compliment. She laughed and got up, spinning around and striking poses so he could see. He swallowed. “Thank you.” She sat back down. “I had to wear this for work.” He uncorked a bottle of wine and poured them a glass each. “For work?” “Undercover work actually.” She smirked at him. “I went to a club.”

She hadn’t just dressed ‘sexy’; she had dressed aggressively. She was wearing a micro-thin, white mesh cover-up over a tiny bikini. The white mesh was practically transparent in the sunlight, clinging to her wet body. Her nipples were clearly defined, showing through the sheer fabric. But the real showstopper was the bottom. The bikini was cut so high and so thin in the front that it barely covered her, and the mesh cover-up did nothing to hide the prominent V-line of her pelvis, the delicate outline of her labia pushing against the fabric. She was walking advertisement for 'look at me.'

Johnson smiled small as he'd seen that he had in fact brought attention to himself. "Okay. You might think this is me being stereotypical, but... Boss, you can't possibly be serious about her." He said. If I could guess correctly, which I always did, I would say he was trying so hard to swallow the shock that I was chosen instead of him. It annoyed him. The more he tried to hide under the painful smile betrayed him. So did his grip on his own. It was cracked. "Katy is... Fast. She is great, if not the best. But for someone as dangerous as Carson Cooper, we are going to need someone who could fight their way out of trouble. What if he recognizes that she's a fake and decides to kill her—" I c

They really didn’t have to succumb to such a cheap trick just to let me know of their affair. “Umh, Babe? Is she the one?” The shameless bitch asks as she flips her red wig to the back of her head, her plaguey voice coming through her nose. Her face is richly painted with redundant make-up that seems so off-puttingly done, according to me, who does almost zero makeup. Am I the one? So, she knows me? “Yes, she is.” George says so boldly as if he is not behaving like a... what do I even call this monkey?

So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away Cause covergirls don't cry after their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful She has dreams to be an envy, so she's starving You know, covergirls eat nothing She says "beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything" "What's a little bit of hunger?" "I could go a little while longer," she fades away