Undercover Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops. It’s a romance novel. A thick, spicy, explicit romance. A slow smile spreads across my face. I sink into the chair, clutching the book to my chest. I pressed the book against my chest, the hard edges of the cover digging into my skin. I didn't even look at the others on the shelf. I just needed this one. A tiny, wicked smirk pulled at my mouth as I slipped out of the room. It felt like a heist, a dirty little secret I was stealing from the shadows of this house.

I gagged slightly when he went deeper, but I wrapped my tongue around him, sucking harder. He groaned and pulled me back onto the bed, plunging into me again without warning. The sudden stretch made me cry out. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat earlier, and now it hit deep inside me, making my body shake. I could feel myself getting close, my thighs trembling, he lifted my face and released into my mouth, it dripped down my lips as I swallowed shakily. “I came to rob you,” he whispered into my ear, biting the tip gently, “but I found something more interesting.” He removed the handcuffs, and I felt the cold metal leave my wrists. My body ached pleasantly, i quickly pulled off the

"I had done a lot of missions....deadly missions to be exact...Now I want to ask you a question..." "What?" He stopped pacing and stood in front of me, leaning closer, "Hira Callan or Agent Nova...me, Agent Wave, or Allister is asking you to be your undercover husband...for the rest of our life..." I choked at that. He smirked. "Tongue-tied, Agent Nova?" I instantly grabbed my dagger and threw it at him, he was quick enough to avoid it and the dagger sliced on the wall. "Well? What is your answer, Agent Nova? Since I'm going to be the next CEO of your father's company...he mentioned to me that he gave me that since I would be a part of the family anyway."

“Nothing. Just… an interesting choice.” I looked down at the book, confused. Then my eyes went wide. On the cover was a man with no shirt and big muscles. A woman was pressed close to him. Their lips were touching. The big, bold title read: “Desire’s Embrace.” My face turned red all at once. I had bought… a romance novel.

His books were mostly nonfiction and finance books. As Sierra heard the water in the shower, it was a signal for her that Alek was already inside and waiting for her. Every inch of her skin was filled with excitement. The butterflies on her stomach couldn't stay still. But as she was ready to take off her clothes, there was something that caught her attention. In his sea of books, there was something different. It has a fantasy-like cover. The vintage appearance made it blend in among the rest. Yet, the vines on the corner were unusual. There was no discoloration on the edges though it seemed old. Something new pretending to be old.

"Let's just say it should be a night that Holly Covington would enjoy." My breath caught at the mention of Holly, the heroine of the erotic novel he'd seen and downloaded. Holly had been into some wild and crazy stuff. What the heck did Jack have planned after reading that book? I had no idea, but if I'd been wearing panties they'd have been damp by now. Feeling the moisture between my legs with no underwear to absorb it had me clenching my thighs together under my dress.

I saw the people who had built me and the people who wanted to own me. ​Then I looked at Liam. He was standing just off-stage, his hands clasped behind his back, watching me with that same, frozen expression. ​I leaned into the microphone. My voice felt like it belonged to someone else—someone stronger. ​"My name is Isabella Vane," I said. ​I paused. I felt the phantom weight of the watch on my wrist. I thought of the "identity truth" and the man who had supposedly betrayed me. ​"And for the last month, I have been part of an undercover investigation into the criminal practices of Vane Holdings and the Sterling Trust."

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.