Undercover Manga Novels & Stories

She dumped about ten BL manga on top of the porn magazines. Ryan asked, “What are those? I’ve never seen them before.” Ryan, the super conservative of the bunch. I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets when he saw the porn magazines with naked girls on the covers. Jess said proudly, “They’re Yaoi manga. Have you never read them before? They tell love stories between two men, or more.” She laughed. “The artwork is very beautiful.” She said dreamily, “I particularly love the stepbrothers trope.” She turned to look at me meaningfully. “The forbidden love. The hidden feelings. The angst. Oh, it’s just so interesting and such a turn-on.”

It was strange for Ryu to think so, considering she had never discussed fish before. “Yes. You like manga with fish themes. Mmm… Fish for It.” Ryu still remembered the title. “Oh? You think I like fish because of that.” Kyoko finally understood. “Right. That manga is worn out compared to the others. It’s hidden in one of the corners of your closet. So you must have read it often, right?” Ryu couldn’t get Kyoko to express where she wanted to go, so he guessed her preferences based on what he observed around her.

“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.”

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.

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..

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.

His focus was sharp, eyes scanning the financial reports on his tablet, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a meticulously manicured estate stretched out into the distance. "Boss, are you really going through with this? Staying at the branch office and pretending to be a low-level clerk?" Kevin, his private manager, asked with a skeptical frown. "Of course. Undercover work is exhilarating! Besides, I haven't caught the 'rat' who’s been stealing from that place yet," Dominic replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Is this purely the work of corrupt subordinates, or is it a scheme by... him?" "You mean your half-brother, Mr. Axel?"

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.

NOAH I waited for Astrid in front of her dorm room because I wanted to speak to her. I have made up my mind to tell her who she was to me because I couldn’t hold on anymore. I was tired of having to push her away when I knew that in the future I’d have to bring her closer again. I never would have thought that my mission as an undercover would lead me to meeting my mate. After my conversation with Adriana where she threatened me that she would expose all that she knew about me, I walked away, daring her to do what she could do.

Every time I tried to shift my weight, he would let out a small, anxious whine, so I just stayed completely still, staring at the gray concrete floor until my eyes blurred. Matteo walked into the bunker first. He had changed his clothes. The tailored, blood-stained suit jacket was gone, replaced by a simple, tight black t-shirt that showed off the dark ink sprawling all the way down his arms. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes sharper than before, but his posture was still rigidly straight. "The perimeter is secure," Matteo said, his deep voice sounding incredibly loud in the small, enclosed space. "You can come up now."