Undercover Manga Novels & Stories

“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.

I recognized it because I felt it too. "Take it off," she murmured against my lips, her fingers skimming the edge of my shirt. Desire colored her voice, fingers trembling against me. Without hesitation, I stripped, my shirt joining her scattered clothes on the bathroom floor. The heavy, sultry air of the room collided with my bare skin, matched by Aria's curious eyes as they scanned my naked torso, tracing every ridge and swell of muscle. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror – the contrast between our bodies. My tattoos and scars, tokens of my violent past, against her unblemished skin, smooth and soft under the bathroom light. It was a sight that lit the fire in my veins.

He immediately shook his head. "I'm here for a different mission. But we both need a terrible excuse. You, as the sole heiress of the Ishihara Clan. Me, as your personal bodyguard. Can you believe it?" "Well, at least you're truly of Japanese descent. I'm not," Zea playfully whispered to her long-time friend and fellow agent, Kaito Nakama. "Shall we go?” Zea smiled. **** "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO TAKE THE PRIVATE JET?”

Confused, she covered her mouth with one hand, the other in her shirt trying to pull his hand away. Daniel was suppressed by her soft moan, causing a calamity to rush straight down to the lower body, the masculine organ under the body immediately stood up, straight to the crevice of Jenny's butt. Jenny was embarrassed, her face red, but she had no way to fight the man close behind her. she had to try to cover her sleeping child's face, and to deal with the name that was touching her body, her forehead was already covered with sweat. Daniel pretended to be joking with her, but his left hand deliberately slid back and forth in front of her breasts provocatively, sometimes even sucking on her c

Like a man in a trance, the verses of Allah are recited. My goal was to back off to pretend to pass out on the long couch, otherwise it wouldn't be good on the floor. "Man allażi yasyfa'u 'indahü illā bi`iżnih, ya'lamu mā baina aidīhim wa mā khalfahum, wa lā yuḥītuna bisyai`im min 'ilmihī illā bimā syā .." Naswa continued reading the chair verse. And finally I managed to find a soft place to pretend to faint. "Ah!" I threw my body on the long sofa. Closing my eyes, faking my fainting worked.

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.

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

she says and I let her hand go before I enter the dressing room. I pull off my shirt and pick a dress to wear when madam Lucy enters the room in a rush. Her eyes look frantic as she pulls something from her pocket and presses it in my hand. “Alpha Luggard said to give it to you. Hide it well and don’t let them see” she says and I enter my shock mode. Madam Lucy is also a spy? What the hell!!

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.

"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."