Undercover Novels & Stories

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

Now we had only what we had seen before it failed. A notification sounded from the secure tablet. Ward’s name appeared on the screen. I picked it up. “Captain.” “Voss is moving to suspend Sunfall.” Ward continued before I could respond. “He’s citing unauthorized undercover activity, compromised evidence, danger to resort guests, and the fact that your cover is no longer secure. He wants an official team to take control.” “Voss delays a warrant, our best evidence fails, and now he wants the case?” “I know what it looks like,” Ward said. “What I need is something I can prove.”

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

When the light diminished, she appeared to have the appearance of a young Pakistani girl with a red jacket , yellow shirt, and black skirt. let’s go undercover Well the rest of the team went undercover, I’ll give you a snap her fingers to change her clothing to resemble that of a modern day hipster complete with blue skinny jeans, purple T-shirt with a white short jacket and a blue fedora. Someone definitely knew we would be here, Olivia said to herself. You can’t trust your friends, and airy voice whispered in her head. Not this bitch again, Olivia said to her self They will betray you just like to ghosted,

I would usually take three days to prepare to say just three words. “No, actually . . .” “Nonsense. Come on.” “Mother fucker,” I whispered under my breath. After downing his shot, Rob lead me up to the brightly lit stage in front and I made a mental note to add Rob to my Black List. The List contained the names of people that I would do business with only through a proxy, otherwise it might end with me in an orange jumpsuit scratching out tally marks on the walls of a dingy shithole.