Undercover Novels & Stories

"Team Bravo in position, awaiting your signal. No unexpected movements." The rooftop, his temporary fortress, became a stage for the delicate dance between shadows and secrets. The distant hum of the city below and the rhythmic patter of raindrops provided a backdrop to the clandestine conversation unfolding in the night. The city slept, unaware of the figures moving in the shadows, and Isaac, the undercover agent, stood as a silent guardian at the precipice of action.

Why the f*ck is he topless? “Do you want to touch it, Jada?” I quickly averted my gaze back to his face and rolled my eyes. “Dream on assh*le.” I shot back and removed my gaze at him back to the mirror to see my reflection. I tried to hide my tattoo on the left sleeve using the makeup foundation to be not recognized by the C. Organization. I’ll be wearing a mask as well to cover my face since this is a secret operation. Achilles and Caleb told us that non of the cops knew about this operation.

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

I work as an undercover detective for a magazine company; 'Splash a Star' and Megan is the head of Splash a Star. Just like the name, Splash a star's motive is to get dirt on celebrity stars, bringing out the skeleton in their closets, and I am on an important mission today to get dirt on one of Los Angeles famous singer, popularly known as Gyro but I was anxious as shit and being a nervous wreck. Do not get me wrong, I have done a lot of things while going undercover to get dirt on stars with being the driver to a music star the least I have done, yet I felt nervous as fvck.

Casper said. What? Drug dealers? I froze, staring at the three of them, as if hell itself had unleashed these demons on me. "Wayne, Anna and I will never let you off the hook, not even in death." He scoffed and plunged a knife toward my chest. The instant it pierced me, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway. "I knew there was more to this!" Wayne froze, and everyone turned toward the sound. Clifford strode in, his expression solemn. "I already had my men track Anna. She's undercover in a drug den. Don't think you can pull anything over on me!"

The truth felt too heavy to breathe through. She whispered to herself, voice cracking. “It can’t be true. They… killed her?” Her eyes darted back to the dark screen of her laptop. Slowly, she reached forward and opened the last file she had downloaded. Inside was a brief internal memo: Operation Coverlight. Subject eliminated to prevent exposure. Secondary target: infant female. Status – unknown. Her hands flew to her mouth. Her entire body trembled. She reread the words, hoping she was wrong—but the text didn’t change. “Eliminated.” “Infant female.”

To my surprise, she opened a drawer, revealing an iPad, a high-end cell phone, and a walkie-talkie nestled within. "Mila's routines are all listed under 'Timetable' in your device. Stay sharp," Svetlana continued, her voice as chilling as a blizzard. Her words rained down on me like a hailstorm, and I was left grappling with this deluge of information. "Timetable, check," I retorted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I fumbled with the iPad but hit a brick wall – it was password-protected. "The password is 2507," Svetlana said, as though reading my mind.

Zero sense of self preservation. The footsteps kept coming closer and I mentally prepared myself for defense. An uppercut maybe? That sounded deadly and enough to stun the enemy. That was settled but it brought me to my next question, what exactly is an uppercut? I crouched there, praying and hoping for the best when the footsteps stopped a few inches before me. “Come on now, how many times have I told you not to put on those blasted earbuds when working, especially during dinner?” I summoned courage and looked from my hiding spot to find someone who was dressed like a chef talking to another person who I assumed to be one of the servants. The chef had his back turned to me, covering his fac

She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back. “Regent Towers? Really?” she said, fastening her seatbelt. “You finally stumbled onto unimaginable wealth, or should I be worried you’re selling organs now?” I laughed, shifting into drive. “Neither. It’s for a story.” Lilian shot me a look. “Since when do your stories involve high-end boutiques and formal gowns? Don’t tell me you’re going undercover at a wedding.” I kept my eyes on the road, smirking. “Not quite. I just need to look like… someone else for a night. Someone glamorous, irresistible—someone people can’t stop staring at.”

I wasn't very successful. "Hey." I heard Morris say from behind me. I sighed. Him and I had not had a conversation about what happened and I knew without any doubt that he was here to tell me how much I had disappointed him. I was in no mood to hear it but I knew the sooner it happened for me, the better. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I had been doing my job for crying out loud. He was undercover. It was a deep cover! How was I supposed to know that he was going to be lovely? How was I supposed to know that he was going to be... Him and that I was going to fall in love. I hated that everyone, safe from Annabel, was mad at me but I was doing my job and