Undercover Novels & Stories

"Annie, why didn't you tell me about Michaels when you saw me in Cooperstown?" "That's not important, Star ..." "The hell it isn't!" I said, preparing for the worst. Annie sighed. "I've been undercover with Michaels for a few months now. Michaels heard you were in Cooperstown and sent me. He has no idea I'm still an agent! As far as the agency is concerned, my cover is that I've gone rogue!" I sighed, not sure what to believe. But at this point, I knew I had to believe her. I had no choice. "Okay, what do you know?" I knew we only had a few minutes before we were interrupted.

It would probably be like a minivacation. I wore a floral skirt which reached just above my knees and a yellow flannel shirt, a rather absurd combination, but I could pull it off like a boss. I took a deep breath as I combed my blonde hair which appeared almost golden in sunlight. My hair was thick and gorgeous, well taken care of by my hair stylists. It felt nice to get rid of the hideous wig and to show my true self to all of my friends. The maids were explaining to Anne, Marya and Ginger about my disguise, so that when I showed them my true self, they wouldn't freak out like Noah. I didn't blame Noah because it was a lot to take in. Obviously, the maids left the part of why I was in disgu

You agreed to undergo an undercover because you want to save your failing job and bring back your name’s glory once more. But you acted like a slut. Giving your v-card to a man that you just known a week. Shame on you, Katalina. You’re a piece of trash!

“I’ll work at your company—” His brows arched ever so slightly. “—but undercover.” Silence. He just stared at me, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. “Undercover.” “Yes!” I said, warming up now. “Nobody will know who I really am. No one can say I got special treatment. I’ll blend in, do the job, prove myself without your name hanging over my head. Boom.” One of his brows ticked higher. “Kimani…” His tone was the kind that usually preceded a lecture.

"Alex, whatever it is, now isn't the time." "Now is exactly the time," I said firmly. The phone connected, and I spoke into it. "This is Agent Morrison. I need immediate backup at coordinates I'm sending now. We have multiple assets in danger and potential network leadership exposure." The silence that followed was deafening. Elena stood up slowly, her face a mixture of confusion and betrayal. "Agent Morrison?" I ended the call and faced them all. "My real name is Alexander Morrison, Special Agent with a joint FBI-CIA task force called Operation Mirror Shield. I've been undercover for the past four years, investigating the trafficking network."

Chapter 186 Enzo’s POV I had been watching Nina for four days before she knew I was there. That was the thing about cover. When it worked you became furniture. People stopped seeing you because you had given them no reason to look twice. Military undercover was easier than most people thought if you understood one thing: soldiers were trained to follow hierarchy not question faces. You wore the right rank. You moved with the right purpose. You were invisible. I had been invisible for four days.

he said taking another sip then lifting his glass as if in a salute, "you'd be hunted by some of the worst criminals in the world. Am I correct?" I hadn't wanted to face the concept but of course he was right. I certainly wasn't going to confess to the rest. The fact he'd known since the beginning I was a cop was interesting. My undercover status meant my name and face had been removed from all databases within the precinct. He'd managed to find our private information somewhere. The list of possibilities I could count on one hand. If I was killed during this ridiculous assignment, no one would give a fuck. "Fascinating, Toli. All right. I'll play along. Is th

When he sat, the poor excuse of a shirt he wore rode up, exposing his creamy thighs and cut pink boxers. Ever since I found out he swung the other way, he felt like he was now free to do whatever the hell he wanted. He didn't hide it from me whenever we're alone. For class, he always dressed moderately, telling me, even when I didn't ask, that he only did that in case his dad visited him in school unannounced or sent a spy, not knowing I was one. I was only different from the normal spy because I kept just one information from his father. I told him about the others, like the people he interacts with and what he does in class. He wasn't dating, so there was nothing to report back to in that

"I don't have a cent. Call the police if you want." I hugged the cardboard box to my chest and headed for the door. Tasha shot Vinny a look. He suddenly lunged forward and knocked the box out of my arms. Documents, my water bottle, and a small figurine scattered across the floor. And there—my external hard drive. "What's this?" Vinny shouted. "Well, well, Chloe. So you dared to secretly copy company confidential data!" Tasha pointed at the hard drive on the floor. "A commercial spy like you is a disgrace to the entire industry! We even treated you like a sister. Who knew you were this dishonest?"

He gave me nipple stickers in the shape of an X to cover the areola on each one. The covering is floor-length like an evening gown, and the sleeves are long, but it covers not a speck of skin beneath it. A shiver runs through me at the thought of others seeing me like this, but Merrick swears I will be overdressed compared to the other submissives.