Undercover Secret Agent Novels & Stories

But none of those words will matter, not unless I give her the truth. Even if it blows everything up. “I’m still FBI.” Her whole body freezes. “I never left. I couldn’t tell you. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.” My voice cracks on the last word, and I don’t even care. “I’m not Marrin’s ally. I’ve been trying to find him and bring down Bainbridge. I’m an undercover agent. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’ve been in your orbit this whole time.” I take a breath, rough, shaky. “And because I care about you. More than I should. That’s the truth.”

"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.

Frederick was walking down the street, and realized that there were many more undercover agents. Although they were disguised, he could see through their disguise from a single glance. After all, whether it was the way they stood or their tensed muscles, he could tell that they were in a state of alert. This was when an undercover agent locked eyes with Frederick. This undercover agent seemed very young. He was likely in his twenties. He looked Frederick up and down before frowning slightly and walking towards him.

Samantha said, putting her feet forward in front of him. Allen look at her feet, then took of Samantha's shoes gently. She flinched as he removed the shoes. Allen could see blisters on her big toe, onleft feet. He brought out a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket, tied it round her feet, before bringing the shoes back and putting it on Samantha's feet. "Wow! I feel much better with the clothe on my leg. Where do you learn all this stuff" Samantha asked. Allen changed the subject. He couldn't tell Samantha that he learnt everything he Knew from the state secret service, that he was an undercover agent. He couldn't tell her that he was an industrial spy or that he was also a seasonal spy

Emily POV Staring out the window of my car, I admired the beauty of the Moreno estate. It is such a shame that a family of this calibre is involved with so many illegal activities. "Emily!" I heard my name through the earpiece. "This is Adam, remember the plan, do this once and get out immediately. You are Lena Grant, a high society event planner, don't forget that." Every single instruction he had dished out, I made sure to pay close attention. Being an undercover agent for the Central investigative office for several years comes with a lot of experience.

She kept watch around the area and climbed over the fence without being seen by the guards. She opened the wireless headset that connects to her colleagues in the underground secret agent agency.

he finally said, his voice low but firm. “You told me what?” I frowned, leaning in slightly. “Please hit the nail on its head. Let me get you straight at once.” He reached to the side and grabbed something as his hand moved slowly, yet deliberately. It was a file, so he tried to open it but paused his hands in between. “I found out that she’s actually an undercover agent,” he said. My throat dried up instantly. “I had to take two days straight up to do this,” Greg continued. “So, I need to let you know that your angel sent from God works for the FBI.”

Aaron woke up with a start and sweat. “Calm down, it was just a dream, calm down.” He told himself. He got excited when he saw the bump formed under his pants; he hated this kind of dream because he always ended up in the shower, making the bump disappear. Only 26 years old, Aaron Stevens was a secret agent and worked for the FBI. His new mission was to pretend to be a driver in order to break into the Clintons because apparently Hilaire Clinton, the most respected billionaire in the United States was suspected of money laundering.

bloody attractive. As I stood there admiring my team, a black, heavily tinted jeep pulled up and Alec got out. He walked closer and I got a better look at him. He was wearing FBI bullet proof vest and the whole outfit. I made a gesture to the clothes. “Oh yeah about this. My real name is Alec Santiago. I am an undercover agent from the FBI assassination department assigned to kill Edward Hawford, Richard Black and George Mikealson.” Alec said putting his hand out for me to shake.

he leaned in on her and whispered, "I am working undercover for Kylie, collecting information. That is all." I was stunned. "Undercover for Kylie? Austin, you know I'm not dumb. You've been acting strange for weeks. You're telling me now you're a undercover agent gathering facts for her as a undercover agent?" He shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, Jackson. That is the whole story. I have been working behind the scenes to protect Bhutan's interests. There are times it means keeping out of the way and not telling all and sundry what I am doing.". I had no idea. "You're asking me to believe this? You've been with us for years, and this isn't some new company. Now you're suddenly 'undercover for Kylie