Undercover Life Novels & Stories

Jemima explained while looking at Julian flirtatiously. "Wow, interesting. What do you want?" Julian replied while covering his chest, which was hidden under a layer of clothes.

LEVIAS'S POV I am Levias Mile not ur typical 20 year guy who will be enjoying his life with his family and having a carefree school and romantic life. I am what some people who know me call -- HELL. I don't like people to meddle in my business and bitches who want me for ulterior motives. I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words.

The man’s patience was already on life support, and my vague updates about the Platinum story have probably flat-lined it altogether. I’m not even sure what I’d say if he corners me. Yes, I have a hundred pages of notes, most of which contradict each other. Yes, I’ve been undercover so long I sometimes forget which name to respond to. No, I haven’t filed any copy. Because every time I think I see the full picture, someone opens a new damn door, and there’s a whole other room of secrets waiting. Another slight hiccup is the fact that I might be catching feelings for two men. Neither of whom are exactly what they seem, and one of whom left me in bed like a particularly inconvenient dream.

"What's this clause about confidentiality?" "You are to never ask about my business," Matteo said, his eyes darkening, turning cold and completely unreadable. "You do not ask about the men outside, you do not ask about the guests I bring to this house, and you do not go into the basement or the east wing. You see nothing, you hear nothing. Understood?" I shrugged, uncapping the silver pen. "Honestly, Mr. Alcantara, as long as the cash clears every week, you could be running an underground fight club for all I care. I'm just here to make sure the kid doesn't choke on a chicken nugget."

she protested angrily, her gaze becoming colder by the minute. “What are you guys hiding from me?” She asked, her sharp gaze on Mikolos. “I know only what you know, Sophia. Do not be manipulated, and do not lose track of what you came here for. Whatever Elena told you, I want you to disregard it. Don't forget, she has been in the mafia for years; she is a professional at manipulation," Mikolos stated gently. “I know this seems like a suicide mission, but the force would not have sent you here if there was no room for survival; you just have to be very smart. Look at me; I have been undercover for four months now, and I am alive," he continued.

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."

He was Andrew Carter, my forever. We pulled away and I smiled widely at him before turning and looking at the beautiful view once again. We had a positive future waiting for us. We were happy, I was happy. It’s funny, I was this content with my life because there wasn’t anything to hide anymore. I, Clover Thompson got caught as one of the world’s biggest models undercover in high school and I have to say, I couldn’t be happier with that fact. And, I definitely couldn’t be happier with my future.

She will never forget this, this is one of the men who intercepted her three months ago, one of the ones who traumatized her. "Looks familiar?" the man said in a deep voice. "Look at him carefully, does he look familiar?" Aminah nodded absentmindedly, still looking at the fainting man. Is he going to die? Are we going to die? Why do I have to die with this man? “Then why don't you report it to the police, do you intend to cover up the crime of the criminals? That's against the law and you might go to jail" Aminah looked up in surprise, the man took off his hood and facemask, she then try to cover her eyes so she wouldn't see his face in case he used his face as a reason for killing her. But

Thanks once again. ‘You’re welcome.’ She replied. ‘Well, I’m James Coker.’ ‘Don’t tell me you’re the son of that business tycoon, uhmm…Felix Coker?’ she said in excitement. ‘Yes, I am.’ ‘But you are so cool, I mean you are not having an aura of importance around you like most young men in your position would give themselves so much importance.’ ‘Let’s just say I like being very close to nature. Now please, so much about me, what about you?