Unmasked Spy Novels & Stories

~"~ Back in the camp’s heart, Adam and Jasper moved with lethal grace, closing the distance before the spy could vanish into the trees. A swift, silent grapple ensued. The spy struggled briefly, but years of training couldn’t save them from the weight of justice. Adam’s voice was low and icy. “It’s over. Your lies have been exposed.” ~"~ Under the flicker of torchlight, the spy’s hood was drawn back, revealing a shocked and pale face - a figure well-known among the allied wolves. It was Dorian, a strategist from the Black Claw Pack, whose loyalty had long been whispered over hushed fireside talks but never confirmed.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

I reply to whoever this is. Me: Who are you and what do you want with me? I wait for a reply. My heart is beating wildly in my chest as I watch the screen. UNKNOWN: You will know soon enough. Give it time. My men will come for you, but they won’t harm you. You are more important than you realise. Until then, stay safe. I will see you soon. The screen blinks, and I look around the library. I know who that was. I’m not naïve. I have just been typing to Alejandro. How did he hack me? How the hell did he know my alias?

I say the last part hesitantly, because Anna is Adair’s fiancé and no one ever wants to hear bad stuff about their partner. “What about Yasmin?” Adair asks his mout set in a hard line. He’s a got a good point about Yasmin telling someone, because who wouldn’t want to tell their friends or family that the billionaire Alexander Adair walked into their workplace. However, that theory is crossed out, because Yasmin has never leaked out any high profile client meetings or cases and she knows the consequences if she did. “I can confidently say no” I state bringing my hands onto my lap. Nick’s eyes are wide like an owls and after a couple seconds of silence he says, “Someone who we know is in cahoo

I will make it big enough to accommodate all of me. “You are wrong, darling. You are now Alexandra Sinclair. That makes the two of us partners now. And whether you like it or not, you will need me to win.” She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me as if she was trying to appraise my value. “Do you see the blonde guy on your left? The one wearing a maroon tie? His name is Jackson and he is Uncle Mason’s spy. On your right, there’s a guy with the red and black tattoo on his neck and was wearing Barong Tagalog. He’s the only one with a tattoo so it’ll be easy to spot him. He’s one of my father’s best guys out there. And yes, he is a spy, too.” I put Alexandra down and held her chin to draw

"You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster.

“Somewhere fantastic.” The road narrowed into an alley barely wide enough for the SUV. There were no pedestrians, there were no other cars, just high stone walls on both sides, and the smell of salt and rotting seaweed drifting through the vents. He slowed then stopped, the engine idled low and menacing. He shifted into park as he reached up and pulled the baseball cap off. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib. He peeled away a thin hyper-realistic silicone mask the kind used in high-end espionage films. The face underneath was leaner than I remembered, scarred along the jaw, but unmistakable.

The others followed suit, their masked faces betraying no emotion, their commitment unwavering. Levi, his senses heightened, caught the faint scents of the spy, signaling Fester discreetly. The plan was unfolding just as they had intended. ******** "Look," one of the spies whispered to his partner, his eyes fixed on Fester and the rest of the team as they emerged from the building. The four figures stood there, their faces concealed behind masks, ready for action. The spies observed intently as the team approached a line of motorcycles parked nearby. Fester and the others wasted no time, swiftly straddling the bikes, their masked identities adding an air of mystery and determination.

Nevertheless, he had always protected me in the little ways that he could, and I was extremely grateful for it. "Thank you for your service, Martin!" I waved at him. CHAPTER 115-MARTIN'S POV She intrigued me. She was no ordinary person. I didn't see any of these coming at all; I had been taken by surprise. A spy usually should know most of the details about their targets in advance; so much digging would have been done beforehand. But Alicia had insisted that she would reveal them in bits as she pleases. For whatever reason, best known to her, she decided that. It didn't make any sense to me, though.

"Can I help you?" When the man said nothing, she rolled her eyes and tried to pretend she was totally not getting freaked out by his beady, unwavering eyes. As Melody gathered everything, she placed the two full metal baskets on the counter and waited for the absent cashier. Unbeknownst to her, the middle-aged man had silently approached her. The footsteps as quiet as the smallest whisper. Startled by his sudden appearance, Melody took a step back and gulped audibly. "Run away!" The man hissed through his gritted yellow stained teeth, his feral expression and wild hair gave him a look of lunacy.