Undercover Novel Novels & Stories

the echoes of laughter filled the air. “I swear, Ladybird, I’m going to paint your ass red.” His fist clenched the phone tight enough the screen should have busted. “Ooh, promises, promises. I can make this all go away but I want something from you.” “What?” “I want to use you as a cover for my latest book.” “Excuse me? What book?” Since when did Presley Brookmore write books? “I write works of fiction, Cruz. This particular story is about a detective who is chasing a criminal. Agree to be on the cover of my book and I’ll talk to the officer.”

"You're sure you're not part of the short crew gunning for my head at the moment? That would not surprise me, just so you know." "First of all, I'm not. I have been you. I know what it is to be the new undercover agent and being sent into traps all in the name of cases to uncover. That's our job. Nobody handles impossible and unfair like us." He said. "But luckily for me, I did ever feel a little bit of connection talk little of falling in love with the target." He said and perhaps it was out of embarrassment but I laughed, shaking my head.

Louis, trying to earn a reduced sentence, sold her out from prison. He handed over a detailed file, documenting years of her abusing power as the director and dean. She covered up medical accidents, falsified academic research, and even helped build illegal profit networks. He gave the evidence not only to the police but also leaked it to the media through his family. The public discourse exploded overnight. Anastasia went from a pitiful victim deceived by her lover to a full-blown scandal at the heart of the medical system. His family didn't stop there. They spread rumors online, claiming that Margot had known about Anastasia's affair with him all along and had used it to blackmail him for

I needed to focus on what we were discussing, not the exact color of Daniel’s eyes. “Was your gang making a deal with them?” I asked, clearing my throat. Daniel nodded. “Yes, it was an arms deal.” He looked down at me. “An arms deal is selling guns,” Daniel explained. I rolled my eyes. “I know what an arms deal is,” I said impatiently. Daniel smirked at my tone and wrote down everything we’d said so far, then looked up at me. “Do you know anything else?” “An undercover cop was killed that night. I heard that from my sources,” I said quietly.

Clancy finalised, took the sachet bag of artificial blood and walked out angrily. ☆☆☆☆☆ Twilight Fall Town The Vampire Cove I Outskirt of the town was an abandoned underground building in the middle of an evergreen forest, trees highlighted the building so drastically the sun had a very hard time reigning supremacy over the land. Birds chirped in the sky insearch of their daily feeds and monkeys chattered as they bounced from trees to another, insects buzzed around while the trees danced to the customary symphonies of the breeze. The building stood like an undeveloped building but it was just a decoy as the main compartments were underground, from the sophistication of light and visibility b

My coffee’s gone stone cold, but I drink the last of it anyway, just to keep myself grounded. ‎ ‎When I close the file, it leaves a faint print of dust on my fingertips. ‎ ‎Damon Vale. Billionaire. Alleged criminal. ‎ ‎Somewhere inside that stack of paper is a truth that could ruin him—or save him. I don’t know which yet. ‎ ‎But as I lean back and stare at his photo one more time, something twists in my chest. Curiosity. A spark of challenge. ‎ ‎People like him aren’t supposed to fall.

She was just a reader—hungry for escape. She paused when her eyes landed on a cover that practically glowed under the soft overhead light. A werewolf love novel. The title was in cursive silver: Moonbound Desire. The cover featured a fierce, shirtless alpha holding a trembling woman in his arms, both cloaked by moonlight and mystery. It was utterly ridiculous—and exactly what she needed. Ryleigh pulled it from the shelf and smiled to herself. She checked it out at the front desk with Miss Ada, who glanced at the cover and gave her a knowing look but didn’t say a word.

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

Jemima explained while looking at Julian flirtatiously. "Wow, interesting. What do you want?" Julian replied while covering his chest, which was hidden under a layer of clothes.