Undercover Novel Novels & Stories

His focus was sharp, eyes scanning the financial reports on his tablet, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a meticulously manicured estate stretched out into the distance. "Boss, are you really going through with this? Staying at the branch office and pretending to be a low-level clerk?" Kevin, his private manager, asked with a skeptical frown. "Of course. Undercover work is exhilarating! Besides, I haven't caught the 'rat' who’s been stealing from that place yet," Dominic replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Is this purely the work of corrupt subordinates, or is it a scheme by... him?" "You mean your half-brother, Mr. Axel?"

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

There were lots of men in the room but no one seemed to care about the lady in distress. “The lady clearly stated that she's not interested” I started, “let go of her right now” The man gazed at me, “And who are you to speak on her behalf?” He said with a smirk. The other men at his table let out a loud guffaw I hated the reactions they gave me, and I didn't want to back down so I pressed on. I am an agent mostly on Undercover, but it seems my cover is about to be blown. “If you don't want to spend the remainder of the night in a holding cell, you will let go of her immediately”, I blurted, holding up my badge while my hand was placed on the gun around my waist.

“So... what do you think, Nick?” Before Felix explained point by point, it seemed that the CEO of Alpha Company wanted to see what Nicholas thought of the 'Isabella cover' and 'contract marriage' that he had just learned about. If Nicholas had been a woman in the slums, it would probably have been horrendous news that immediately spread throughout the house. But until they returned to their desks, Nicholas had not said anything. “It's like... watching a television show, only I'm seeing it in the real version. A cover-up? Do you think this makes sense?”

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..

"Peralta and I will brief them in detail, although the incident didn't last that long. But if we caught someone's interest already and they did something this bold, no telling what will happen next." "True. I've got to find a way to get in touch with the fake Ferrens and put them on alert without warning anyone they're with what I'm doing. " "Well. Good luck with that." Si snorted. "Thanks." After he disconnected the call, he sat there for a moment, thinking. He had to warn Max and Regan that their cover might be blown without tipping off the people they were with. Then he had to figure out how to get support into the area so they had backup, without anyone knowing about it. And then he had

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.”

“The alpha is waiting.” At the mention of alpha, shivers ran down my spine. I had never met an alpha before. Ever since the peace treaty between the werewolves and humans, I’ve always wanted to meet at least a few werewolves, but I never got the chance to. Now, I’m walking with my two legs into their den in a disguise, to investigate the alpha, whom I’d be working for. I’d be dead if my cover were blown. I was brought out of my thoughts by fingers snapping before my face. “Are you even with me?”

The book was everywhere. Stacked in gleaming piles at the entrance, hugged in the arms of every single one of the guests, its cover a masterpiece of affective branding: a softly blurred, casual photograph of a young Davidson, his back to us, walking away from the lens into a vortex of white-hot light. The cover screamed in bold, spartan typeface: BETRAYED BY THE PROTÉGÉ. And below, the killer subtitle: A Wife's Story of Faith, Family, and a Fortune Stolen.

NOAH I waited for Astrid in front of her dorm room because I wanted to speak to her. I have made up my mind to tell her who she was to me because I couldn’t hold on anymore. I was tired of having to push her away when I knew that in the future I’d have to bring her closer again. I never would have thought that my mission as an undercover would lead me to meeting my mate. After my conversation with Adriana where she threatened me that she would expose all that she knew about me, I walked away, daring her to do what she could do.