Undercover But Beautiful Novels & Stories

Janelle Just then, the door kicked open. I turned to look, and behold right outside the door was Damian Cooper, a line of men stood behind him. His presence alone silenced the room. “No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.” As Ashley saw Damian, she stammered, “legendary Damian Cooper?!” Then she fainted. “Ashley! Ashley!” I called, but there was no response. Then I spotted her eyes twitching.

"Oh my God." Nicholas laughed. Isabella’s natural reaction caught his attention. Irene was a serious and stiff person, very different from Isabella’s personality. Nicholas suppressed his laughter after clearing his throat. He adjusted his posture and looked at Isabella seriously this time. "I’m serious about this undercover mission," Nicholas whispered, glancing around as if he suspected everyone in the cafeteria. "Someone might notice. Irene doesn’t like coffee; you should stop drinking it. Just switch to orange soda." "It tastes terrible."

Dominic asked suddenly, checking his reflection in the mirror. Kevin stared at him, dumbfounded. "You mean... in those rags, Boss? You actually want me to call you handsome?" "Ignore the clothes! Look at my face! My natural beauty! Am I still handsome?" "Well, you’ve been handsome since the day you were born, Boss. But you’re far more handsome without those hobo clothes," Kevin answered bluntly. Dominic shot him a cynical look before sighing. "Whatever. At least I don't want to give Daisy any reason to be suspicious."

I met my gaze in the floor-length mirror, a shiver running down my spine. My russet-coloured curls were arranged elegantly atop my head, resembling a crown. The stark white strapless gown, its sweetheart neckline edged with delicate scallops hugged my curves like a second skin. Its bodice, meticulously tailored clung tightly to my stomach, confining me like a cage. Below, the fabric flowed in a graceful train, currently held aloft by Carmen’s bustling figure. Her loud hums were out of place in the charged silence of the room.

She cuts herself off. It’s like the air goes out of the room. I sit back, trying to recalibrate. A journalist. Not an heiress. Not someone looking for connection the way I was. Someone working. Someone undercover. But underneath the surprise, there’s something worse taking shape. A shadow I already know the outline of. “I can forgive that, but there’s more, isn’t there?” I ask quietly. Her eyes shut, slow, like the truth itself hurts. “I didn’t plan it. I swear I didn’t. But yes. Marcus. I’ve fallen for him.”

locked up ten centimeters away from her gave off a mesmerizing aura everywhere, he stared into Jenny's eyes, making Jenny feel like she was on fire from her ear to her waist. The room is so big, that every inch is surrounded by lustful and lustful light, slowly blending into the thin layer of air, a large amount of stimulant seems to be floating in the air, making the soul Crazy, and urgently want close to the skin. Jenny shook her hand and untied the belt of her uniform. “Take off your pants!” “Don't, don't take off your police shoes, just wear them. Here you come!” “Undress me!”

I smirk as I pull several outfits down and get to work. I had to call into a lingerie shop to get what was needed and the lady was very helpful in assisting me with my enquiry. I’m not a virgin by any means, but I have never seen the point in lingerie, especially when it isn’t on long enough, plus this shit is damn expensive. So here I am. Looking at leather and lace. Time to slip into my persona. I am no longer Teagan Mulholland undercover agent for RICO. No, I am Bobbi-Jane Costello. Costello was my great-grandmother’s maiden name. All my information has been changed and nothing can tie me to RICO.

He felt his inside becoming cool. He was breathing hard and fear escalates within him seeing Eve , in her red strapless dress that fits her body from the upper chest and flairs from her slim waist, down to her knee. Eve look dangerously beautiful, a look she wanted to go for to bring fear down her enemies’ neck. She was smiling with her eyes glowing red and her black curls falls down gently down her back.

Louis, trying to earn a reduced sentence, sold her out from prison. He handed over a detailed file, documenting years of her abusing power as the director and dean. She covered up medical accidents, falsified academic research, and even helped build illegal profit networks. He gave the evidence not only to the police but also leaked it to the media through his family. The public discourse exploded overnight. Anastasia went from a pitiful victim deceived by her lover to a full-blown scandal at the heart of the medical system. His family didn't stop there. They spread rumors online, claiming that Margot had known about Anastasia's affair with him all along and had used it to blackmail him for