Undercover Novel Novels & Stories

Johnny took a deep breath and sat down on the couch across from Harley. He knew what he was about to say would change everything between them."Harley, I need to tell you something," Johnny said, his voice barely above a whisper. Harley sat up and looked at him, a sense of foreboding settling in her stomach. "What is it?" "you know I told you that I'm an undercover cop," Johnny said. "And I've been signed to investigate your godfather's organization."

But as time went on, she saw some potential in both of them, what she couldn’t see in them when se first arrived, little wonder, the cliché, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover. At first, she thought there was nothing good in the both of them; one was uncultured, unrefined and unmannered and the other was well-refined, though a little bit of unmannered but they’ve ended up proving to be her best friends in a little while.

* * * A/N : Georgia aka George is the main lead of my next book of the Secrets Hidden Series called 'Saving Brownie.' However guys, I haven't explained in that book how she suddenly appears here because I want it to be a separate book and don't want to link it. If you guys have read Saving Brownie, then just assume that this incident occurs when she's touring around London with Clark and Ian.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

He cut it open and dug his hand inside. He pulled out a vacuum-sealed packet that had a White powder—Cocaine. Alex's heartbeat spiked. Drugs. They’d smuggled narcotics into the city, hidden inside mattresses. These guys were good. He needed proof. Something concrete. He edged forward, trying to read their lips, but Trout grabbed his shirt, yanking him back. “Where the hell are you going?” he narrowed his eyes. “I need to take a piss.” he lied. Trout pointed toward the trees. “Go there.” he let go of him.

A man who had claimed he was straight, but stole into my room to use this gay man's mouth. My hand wrapped around me. The touch was electric. A jolt went straight up my spine. I was already leaking, a clear bead welling at the tip. I smeared it with my thumb. The slide was obscene. Perfect. I didn’t move to the bed. I stayed at the sink. My other hand found the bottle of lube in the cabinet below. The cap clicked open. The sound was loud in the steamy quiet. I poured too much. It was cold and slick over my fingers. I reached behind me, bracing against the sink with my free hand. My reflection watched me, with black eyes like a bottomless pit and unblinking.

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.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Noah made his way through the bustling streets toward Genevieve's hotel. He had donned a simple disguise—a pair of dark glasses, a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face—enough to conceal his identity from casual observers.

I ate, slept, and worked around Aurelia Heights, running on almost no rest for over ninety days. For the sake of confidentiality, I had told everyone I was doing delivery work. Even Claire had no idea I was actually on an undercover operation. “I didn’t forget. I just finished my last order. I’ll be there soon.” Twenty minutes later, I walked into the private dining room carrying two bottles of premium single-malt Scotch I had bought on the way. There were seven or eight people inside. Besides Claire and her parents, a heavyset middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor.