Undercover Novels & Stories

My brows knitted together in realization and fury, but I restrained myself and strode casually out of my room, ignoring my sister. She exchanged frantic glances with my mother, but I just headed out without a second glance. I would have nothing to do with them until I had gotten to the root of the case. **** "The footage was wiped clean, so I had to go undercover and do some dirty work to get the actual cover," Collins began to explain as he sat opposite me in my office. "Let me see it," I ordered and, with a swift nod, he got the tape rolling on his laptop. My eyes followed the hooded figure in the video. Her face slowly came to the light, but just as it was

“If we can’t get in from the outside, we’ll have to send someone in. Undercover.” “Undercover?” I repeat, skeptical. “That’s risky. If they catch on—” “They won’t,” Laz interrupts, his confidence oddly reassuring. “We’ve got the best. I’ve already got a few volunteers ready to go. Trained for this kind of mission.” I study his face, seeing the resolve there, and it steadies me. “Who are you thinking?” “Jax and Tia,” he responds without hesitation. “Both exceptional in covert ops. They can blend in, gather the intel we need, and get out without drawing any unwanted attention.”

"I wouldn't consider that much of a problem. The pack doesn't know about my existence." "We still need to take precaution. But not just from them but everyone, since you can sense that you are in fact a werewolf. Crossing over the border will set off trigger warning packs per say because you will be rogue." Emerald placed her tea cup back on the coffee table and laid back down, sighing, having forgotten that her scent can be tracked and that she would be labeled as a rogue if captured again. "How do I get out undetected?" she questions, clearly not knowing the answers to this.

In order to be on a safer side, they alerted the police and they secretly positioned themselves in strategic places though on mufti. As this intruder walked down the aisle, a pistol could be seen in his hand. It was difficult to decipher whether it was a man or a woman. Just then, a team of armed policemen in mufti overpowered him and removed his hood and sun-shade. The couples having their weddings were surprised because he was not the one expected. The wedding continued and order was maintained once again. The four became husbands and wives at the end of the day. A grand reception was held in a very luxurious and exquisite five star hotel.

Stark began, turning her head away from the pair and staring out the transparent glass door. Of course, mother.” “Recently, your cousin, Genevieve Carnell, had break the record of having one of the most successful come back after her downfall six years ago by making the cover of Instylist Inc, and EXAT plan to endorse her and signed her with us.” It's like a bomb exploded in Glenn's mind, and she felt all her blood turn to ice as she looked at Mrs. Stark, but she knew to play her part and not let the old lady see the side of her that wanted to scream in rage.

"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."

I hung up and quietly headed toward the hotel. I hadn't gone far when a van screeched to a halt beside me. A group of masked men in black jumped out. One blow knocked me unconscious, and they dragged me into the vehicle. A bucket of ice-cold water jolted me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, Tasha slapped me across the face. "Thomas, you actually handed Nick over to a bunch of women fatter than pigs—how can you be so shameless?" I denied it again and again.

“You’ll be walking past everyone else who belongs to a fetish club to exit tonight. Every Dom in the place will see if you are wearing a bra and they’ll know something is wrong. For all we know, someone out there could be involved in this shit. We’ve managed to keep this training secret to all but a select few, but that might change if you can’t be bothered to follow simple instructions. No fucking way are we dropping the pretense because you don’t want to jiggle. Are we clear?” Damn it, I hate that he is right. “Fine, but why can’t I have my panties? No one will know if I have them on but me.” “I’ll know. You’re riding with me when we leave. If I want to touch you, I want full access. You’l

Only a few people were scattered through the corridor. The room she was headed for was at the very end of the hall. The farther in she went, the fewer people she saw. A strange jolt hit her chest. While changing clothes, she had hidden a tiny audio recorder in one of her buttons and tucked a miniature camera into the hair behind her ear. In most undercover interviews, the worst that could happen was getting thrown out, cursed at, or threatened. But this involved possible criminal activity, which meant she had to be extra careful.

“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.